Jungle Passage

The jungle air was thick and wet, heavy with the scent of rotting leaves and wild orchids. Sweat dripped down Tae's spine as he pushed through the underbrush, his small frame struggling to keep pace with his five brothers. He could feel their eyes on him-hungry, predatory, waiting. They'd been traveling for three days now, the canopy above blocking out most of the sunlight, leaving everything in a perpetual green twilight.