You weren't like these others, not by a long shot. While some came far and wide for a chance of riches and fame or some wild desire to be tested unlike any other, you didn't care about any of that. No, you were a man on a mission.
Win or lose, you attended to get your answers.
It was about two years ago when your girlfriend of three years went missing and all signs pointed to her being taken to this damn island of all places. It took a while, but you DID find her... only now as smiling husky doll who was 'happily' sold off to some rich bastard back in the states. Was she happy? Could you even call it being happy if you didn't have a choice?
You didn't know how these zappers worked, but didn't matter much. You had no intention on using the damn thing. No, you just wanted to answer of why. Why was Lilly taken here two years ago? By who? Maybe then you could get some closure... or at the very least, track down the people did it and make them pay.
It was those reasons that you decided to break from the usual tactics of the island and instead of looking for the more dense and safe location you could find, you were searching for roads. For compounds. Buildings you could sneak into and hopefully find a map of the place. Find out where whoever runs the place is and beat them down for answers. Not like you cared about the rules in the first place. And as fate would have it, you stumbled across a clear path leading inland.
Why not use some sort of flying vehicle since they could do just about everything else here, you wondered. The thought of it being a trap ran across your mind, but it was too oblivious if it was one. Not to mention it probably meant less people on the path as standing out on the open would be a pretty bad idea in this 'game.'
You could only really hope that this... road actually lead somewhere and you weren't just wasting your time...