The Reformation

Ryan keep on running and running right into Luther forest. With his two other companions, they went where angels fear to tread.
After a short while, they stopped and jogged to a halt, figuring they had put enough distance behind them. That was when they realized what they had done. No one knows exactly what kind of organisms were living in the forest. Its untamed nature welcomes no one. Encompassing the entire interior of the landmass of the continent, no man has ever successfully penetrated the thick foliage; the traders on newly colonized New Eropagins never showed much interest in exploring the wildlife insofar, living in sanitized living pods located on the coast of the continent and preferring to spend their time in the never-ending pursuit of material. The last time some wild adventurer went into the forest with his convey with much fanfare, he was never heard again.
"Over here. Look." whispered Larry in amazement. A trail of large footprints indicating a herd of animals was deeply imprinted on the soft soil.
"What on earth is that?" the other man exclaimed.
"You forget Josh, we are on Planet New Eros."
"Not funny, Larry. I do think we are in deep trouble"
"Gentlemen, you're wrong. At least we're free." interrupted Ryan. "Now we had to find a way to contact the rest of our forces."
The two other men nodded in agreement. But they looked around and realized they were lost in the thick undergrowth. The sky was covered by the overhanging branches, obscuring the stars that might help point the way out.
Immediately, the analytical mind and field-craft training took over; Ryan broke off a branch, "Guess we have to do it the low tech way."