It had to be the remains of some ancient civilization, crumbled building covered in creeping vines, and tall statues that looked a little like the ones from Easter Island. It had taken us four weeks to get here through some of the thickest jungle known to man. One man had already died from a poisonous snakebite, and another had taken ill with some strange fever. Once we walked into the ruins it became deathly silent, not even insects could be heard.
Turning to Williams I asked, “Isn’t it strange that it’s so quiet?”
The giant statues all turned towards us…