Paige looked at him for a moment. [i]Shit, he was depending on her to know where to go. No idea.[/i] She furrowed her brow, looking around but the forest held no clue to which way was what. She thought hard, trying to remember which way she had ran from her truck. It had obviously been away from the resort and toward the beach, which was southwest in direction. 

"Good question," she said softly, "We can't stay here that's for sure, they might come back and sweep the jungle looking for you. I think if we go this way we'll get to the main road. I don't know if that's the best idea, but we can orient ourselves from it." 

She worried they would wander in circles and even if they managed to get to the road it could be guarded by whatever forces were striking against the resort. She had no experience and felt in over her head but when she looked at the young man with the scrapes on his bare skin and just his trunks for cover she felt sorry for him. At least she had been on the island for just over a month, it gave her a slight advantage and apparently would make her the default guide. She rubbed her face and sighed, "I'm Paige, by the way. I guess we'd better go on then." 

She picked her way opposite of the way the man had run, away from the shore. Paige could recall the map and the road was a mile or so inland and she prayed they were headed the right direction.