You quickly take a detour into the woods for a shortcut to your house. You can hear the men's feet snapping branches and leafs, must be about 50 feet behind you. You wonder if what the man back at the warehouse told you was true, you brush off the idea of using a machine to turn someone into a Mexican is true.
You suddenly slip and fall on a rotting log in the forest. "Damn!" you scream out loud, realizing you just drew even more attention to yourself. You can see the light from the flashlights getting brighter and closer to you. You try to get up but you know it's too late. You feel a sharp pain as the man behind you shoots a dart into your left arm, and you quickly pass out.