[ WP ] You are an archaeologist hiking through Central Africa 's rain forest . After making a few wrong turns , you are lost .

Carlson peered around his environment, looking down at his compass, then back up at the endless stretch of glossy green foliage surrounding him. The rain was beating heavily down on him, but the light of the sun was a blessing. 
 He took in a deep breath and stuffed the compass into his pocket, taking out his map and giving it a good look over. 
 `` That's two turns we should n't have made, now we're boned.'' Eriks said behind him, followed by an audible groan of frustration. Carlson closed his eyes for a moment, the heat of the forest beating down on him as he tried to focus. 
 `` Maybe we should just.. Go back?'' Eriks said, stepping a bit closer to his companion. 
 `` I do n't know.'' Carlson said with a tone of distress, `` I knew I should n't have led this dig. I'm never the leader, I'm just the artifact guy.'' 
 He threw the map down onto the dirt, letting it get soggy and dirty as he paced back and forth. The young archaeologist ripped his glasses off of his face and rubbed them into his shirt, causing more smudge on the lens. `` Fuck my life.'' He muttered, placing them back onto his face. It obscured his vision greatly. 
 
 Eriks took the map from beneath Carlson's feet, brushing it off to the best of his abilities. He turned his baseball cap around on his head, reversing it. 
 `` Relax, throwing the equipment out is n't going to help. Maybe it's best we make camp or something, wait until tomorrow?'' He said. 
 `` That might be our only option at this point.'' Carlson said as he sipped water from his flask. 
 Eriks set the map down on a nearby rock, the flattest he could find, which was asking a lot of the environment at this time. He studied it patiently, tugging on the patch of hair on his chin. Carlson wandered the vicinity, brushing his hands against the odd colored plants and leaves. He thought the mixture of greens and purples and oranges all mixed together to create a wonderful, but confusing alien environment. 
 
 Just then, Eriks perked up a bit where he sat, holding the map a bit closer to his face. He looked to his right, squinting his eyes. `` This way.'' He said, `` We're not that far out, you dork. You led us in circles.'' 
 Carlson rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, then ran a fully palmed hand down his wet face. 
 `` I told you, I'm not the leader.'' 
 `` I'm not looking for excuses, I'm looking for a way out.'' Eriks said, approaching him and pointing to the previous parts of their journey, particularly a large patch of dense forest to the east. 
 `` We thought we were making progress, but that part right there was too big. We must have lost track somewhere, it's not your fault.'' He said, patting Carlson on the shoulder and giving his colleague a half-hearted smile. In his head, Eriks had assumed that Carlson was more clueless to navigating than a drunken, unqualified boating captain. 
 
 Carlson bowed his head in shame, `` Just get us out of here. I'll collect water for a week for this mishap.'' `` You worry too much. You stress out and you ca n't focus.'' 
 `` That's a trait on my mother's side and you know it.'' 
 The two had begun to long trek back to their base camp with Carlson in the rear, constantly muttering and complaining under his breath the entire way.
