When Chris left the spaceship, he felt lost and betrayed, all he wanted to do was select the way he would die and he wanted to die in the most extravagant way.

When Riddick gave him his knife, Chris was rather amused, he didn't really care for a weapon since he already had a knife on him, of course it wasn't anything fancy, but he had hidden it in his boot for all this time.

Chris walked into the desert, behind him was the dazling sunset. He smirked at the thought that he was walking to his own death, but it didn't matter, it was time to hunt monsters now, his only concern was how many he would be able to kill.

The Empress was complaining non stop at his wild disregard for his own life, but he didn't mind her, it was partly her fault that he got such a bad score during the last mission.

The plan was simple, he would hide and sneak attack monsters. Of course his expectations and reality were a lot different. The moment the monsters begun to appear he almost pissed himself, what was with the numbers. Even in the darkness he could see the motion of those things flying around, thousands of dark silluettes blotting the sky.

Chris was simply overwhelmed, he wanted to die a cool death, while fighting with the monsters, but right now he felt that it wouldn't even be a fight.

He cowered like a snake under the sand, looking at the chaos in he sky, at times green blood would splitter from the sky and a corpse fall close by.

This continued for a few minutes until the cloud of creatures moved further and further away. Suddenly a long wounded monster entered his field of view. It looked like a noisy dark silluette, but to him this was an opportunity for battle, if he couldn't even kill a single wounded one, how could he fight a healthy one.

Chris sneaked out of the sand and approached the wounded monster, the creature probably saw him approaching because it launched at him with great speed.

The only thing that saved Chris was that the beast was no different than an animal, it didn't think of strategies, it just charged ahead like a bull, not afraid of death.

A side step and a stab was all Chris could do before rolling away from the creature, it was done fast and efficiently, only causing him some injuries from the fall.

Once he regained his balance he was forced to roll again and again as the creature begun to nab at him, like a chicken that had found some feed on the ground.

Finding a chance to counter-attack was hard as he rolled on the ground like a barrel, until he hit a stone, causing blood to come out, causing the creature to become even more crazy in its attacks.

While the creature was about to bite his head off, two daggers formed an X in front of his face and his legs begun to climb the creature's neck, as he begun stabing it repeatedly until the creature no longer moved.

Chris should have been content, but all he could do was rush to hide under the sand as his own blood drew more of these creatures towards him. The cries from the sky approached even as he burrowed himself under he sand.Before long several creatures were looking around the area, only to find the corpse and then feasting on it before flying away.

Chris didn't know what to do, there was now only one of these creatures munching on the remains of other creature, trying to find a piece of flesh.

Chris went silent, the sand rubbed over his wounds, but he didn't make any noise at all. He was probably going insane or was insane because as he saw the monster not far in front of him he begun to silently approach it from behind, the creature's tail was swinging left and right as it moved and its wings stood still like a statue, like an ugly gargoyle that had come to life.

It was impossible to backstab this monster, but he had a plan already, all he had to do was get ready and make one noise, causing the monster to turn around.

The monster didn't even take a good look before the daggers were stuck into it neck and used to behead it as it turned its head.

Chris however wasn't satisfied with this kill, he once again hid in the sand and waited for more of these monsters to come.

==Objective No 3 - Survive for 24 hours hours==

At some point he got the message about surviving for 24 hours, it sounded plausible if he stopped hunting that is, but it didn't matter, he had already found a pattern on how these creatures move. If given enough time he could probably win in a 1v1 match with a monster, but if there were two, all he could do was die a horrible death.

Dealing with the monsters was nothing but wishful thinking, but killing one or two more was still possible.

Before he could however move, the creatures like a flock of vultures had already come to clean the corpse of all its flesh again.

This time however Chris decided to just leave them be, as he stealthily moved through the desert like an ant on the ground. Hiding from any suspicious noise or feeling, burrowing into the sand as if he was a worm.

In his mind he was thinking that he should at least kill 10 of these creatures to gain extra points, but his body told him otherwise, he needed to rest otherwise it would be him who would be hunted.

On his way he stumbled upon a wounded monster that was trying to fly, but couldn't. It was difficult to kill it since it moved around a lot.

A sane person would have probably walked around the beast. But Chris thought of this as a chance, he would wait and see whether a second monster would appear and attack it.

He waited patiently, yet there was no sign of any other monster approaching, while the wounded monster had long stopped struggling and was now happily walking away.

Chris couldn't wait anymore, he felt like if he didn't move now, he would never move, he charged at the monster, its back was turned towards him and its tail moving left and right, but there was a small hill in between them. With a single leap he wanted to mount on its back and then kill it. Reality however wasn't like a movie and Chris wasn't some sort of insane protagonist that could do the impossible, he felt his own weight pulling him down as he reached the tail, holding it tight out of helplessness.

The monster with a powerful turn caused the tail to slip his grasp, its head turned towards the downed hunter, its sharp teeth and noxious breath almost touching him.

Chris now felt fear as the eyes of the seemingly eyeless creature's head was looking right at him. It would be a matter of seconds for eye to gobble up his head with those razor sharp teeth, he understood that what he had done was stupid, but at the time his blood was flowing, wheras now it was frozen stiff, he felt as if he couldn't move due to fear.

It was as if time froze, just as all hope seemed to be lost, something jumped onto the monster's back and begun to bite at the monster's wings and back.

With the new enemy occupying its attention, the creature lost interest in the easy pray and now fought for its life.

Chris didn't even think as his body begun to crawl away from the two fighting monsters, his survival instincts were flaring up, his will to live had been ignited like a huge bonefire.

'I want to Live'

He thought in his head as he dragged his body away from the fight, slowly digging into the sand and hiding himself from the two warring creatures.

As the two creatures duked it out, two eyes were watching through the sand, Chris had given up on hunting, to begin with he had never hunted in his life, all he knew was how to play games, he had played some hunting games, but was that supposed to prepare him for his current situation.

He knew that he had to hunt these creatures to get points, maybe if he had stayed back with the others, but his mind then went to how he was bullied by Samson and the others. His anger ovewhelmed his fear and logic, he came out of the sand as if he was reborn, the two creatures only glanced at him as their fight wasn't over yet, little did they know that this action was their last.

As Chris approached the two creatures he struck his dagger to the wounded one's neck and dragged it back as if pulling a tooth out. Next he stepped onto the creatur's body and grabbed the other creature's bony leg, causing it to fall and as it fell, he grabbed its head and cut it all the way, not leting it go even as it squirmed and tossed to its dying breath.

Chris had killed both the creatures, but his rage hadn't quieted down, new wounds and scratched had appeared on his body and once more he disappeared into the sand.