Peter has to practically haul him into the first few steps, but the rough action is enough to jar his legs into remembering how to stagger into a run. The trees have gone darker, black-barked and spindly, their immediate surroundings dense with mist. He can only hope Peter has some idea of where they might be going, because he has no idea where they are or where the cameramen might be in relation to here.

The thing screams again. Daniel glances over his shoulder, but the patch of forest is horribly empty, devoid of any bony, clawed shape.

"Where did it - "

Then he glimpses the pale streak in the trees, leaping from branch to branch with evident ease.

"Up!" Daniel yelps, but without any means of verbalizing the context he has no idea if the pronouncement is remotely helpful. It snaps from one trunk to the next, little more than a blur, keeping in perfect line with the two panicked men charging through the woods.