You decide on the lesser of two evils, as in the evil there is less of. You'd rather take your chances with ten Spanish people than the obviously larger group of people currently on their way up the hill. So, finally having made a decision, you turn to the rest of the team to instruct them with the next course of action, only to find out you're standing here alone-

-because your entire team has ditched you and is already scrambling over the bridge!

Your jaw truly drops out of disbelief though, when you notice who is ahead of the group. It happens to be your good friend Salvador, who is tightly gripping the golden cross he wears around his neck in his hands as he hobbles over to the other side. 

You huff angrily, may he pray to the holy spirit that you won't get your hands on his little traitor ass later. To add further insult to injury, you notice the second traitor who is only steps behind him. Formerly known as Emily, this particular traitor is hugging her backpack like one would their favorite plushie dolphin in times of need.

Sigh, if only Prof. Dr. Flipperbubbles Ph.D. were here right now...

You digress-

The Indian Natives, who coincidentally never seem to shoot when you have your internal monologues, have successfully caught up, so you don't waste any more time and make a sprint for the bridge. As you step on the first wooden plank, the winds pick up and the whole thing precariously wobbles under your added weight. The planks creak and the frayed ropes strain as you have to slow down and pick your way across the bridge.

By the time the last one of your team hops safely onto solid ground, you are barely halfway. You glance back to see if the Indians have started to follow you, but instead they are just standing there on the other side fumbling around with knives and the pikes securing the bridge, like idiots, instead of chasing after you.

Suddenly the bridge begins to shake again, and you have to grip the rope to hold yourself steady. A plank in front of you comes loose and drops into the chasm. It takes a few seconds before you hear the splash of it hitting the water below. The shaking begins to feel oddly rhythmic to you, almost as if someone were sawing....

SAWING!?

Instant realization hits you and you race over the rest of the bridge, no longer caring where you step, as the ropes holding it up begin to snap individually. You've almost made it when the tension on the ropes gives way and the bridge begins to fall. By a stroke of luck, you manage to grasp one of the planks to keep yourself from plummeting to a grisly, albeit understandable death.

Quickly overcoming the initial shock through will of survival, you muster your last bit of strength and begin to climb up what's left of the bridge.

After much struggle, you are only one plank away from the edge when your right arm suddenly cramps and you lose your hold on one of the ropes. You smash against the rock wall and barely manage to keep yourself dangling on one arm as the pain shoots through your body. You try to shake it off quickly and scramble to find a new grip before your left arm yields too. 

With muscles screaming, you begin to reach out for a wooden pike above you when a hand suddenly appears offering itself to you. You look up to see who it is and are shocked to find its Gutiérrez, the leader of your sworn enemies.

Grab the hand of Gutiérrez so he can pull you up go to 50

Pull yourself up on the wooden pike securing the bridge instead, after all you are your own hero go to 51