Jungle Of Death

Chapter 1

On July 20th 2014 a man named Howard Dunn started a militia. They started making bombs and bombing small towns and cities in America. Only a few of the men in the militia had been killed and they needed to be stopped. America sent a platoon of seven men in a huge black helicopter to go to Africa and stop the militia. The helicopter was soaring through the sky until BOOM! a rocket had been shot from somewhere deep in the jungle and smashed into the helicopter. The front of the helicopter had been completely blown off and it was going down fast. Really fast. Right before it hit the ground and exploded Kyle jumped out and landed on a big rock.

His face smacked against it and blood dripped down his forehead. It looked like red paint was dripping down his face. Kyle Richard turned around and got up off the rock. He saw the remains of the helicopter. He was lucky he had jumped out when he did or he would be dead. Kyle sprinted as fast as he could to the helicopter to see if everyone was ok. He saw only one other man. His name was Cody Thomson. His legs were blown off by the explosion. His whole lower body was burnt to a crisp. Kyle knew he was going to die but he said "It's going to be ok. I'm gonna get you out of here".
"Thank you".
Cody was crying and it looked like a waterfall was pouring down his cheeks.

Kyle carried him past many tall green trees and colorful plants. He rested Cody by the biggest and tallest tree he could find. Kyle said to Cody "Everything's going to be all right". Before Cody could respond he closed his eyes and stopped breathing. Kyle was crying but he knew Cody was in a better place. He turned on his big black radio and started talking to the people at base in America. "All of us except me are dead. We got shot down and need backup".
"Sorry we can't provide backup we can't risk anymore of our mens lives".
"Your risking my life".
"Just try to stay alive as long as you can. Once we get things sorted out we will sent air support".
"Ok but make it fast because I don't know how long I will survive".

Kyle realized he probably would die before anyone came for him. His machine gun got destroyed in the helicopter and now all he had was a pistol and a knife. He had some food stored in his backpack and water. He was going to kill Howard Dunn with or without help. He walked past hundreds of trees until he saw a member of the militia. Kyle didn't want to make much noise because if he was caught he would be blasted to shreds in a heart beat. Kyle crouched down with his combat knife gripped tight in his hands. He snuck up behind the man. The man had a tan bullet proof vest on and an AK47. Kyle put the knife up to his neck and slit it. Red blood dripped down his neck and past his vest. This was only the start of his journey.