Chapter 3

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By the time the militia showed up to the area where Kyle had killed two of their soldiers he was already gone. The sun was starting to go down and the animals would be coming out soon. Kyle had the Ak47 gripped in his hands and he was looking at a small straw hut. He heard the Africans talking inside of it and he knew they were part of the militia. He aimed his machine gun out in front of him and was about to fire. He saw about five of the men inside of the small round hut. He pressed down the trigger and fired. He shot down the five men inside the hut. As the bullets pierced their skin blood flew and splatted all over the hut.

Kyle ran into it and grabbed some ammo for his Ak and reloaded. He also grabbed a long sharp machete off of the wooden table. By the time he had left the hut the sun went down and the moon came up. He heard wolves howling but that wasn't his main worry. A few feet in front of him stood a big black stealthy leopard. It ran at Kyle and dug its long sharp nails into Kyle's vest.It tore it wide open and cut his flesh. Blood dripped out of the wounds. The man grabbed his machete and chopped the leopards head off.

The leopards head hit the green grass turning it red covered with blood. Kyle got up and walked past the hut and saw a small armored truck. He tried opening the door but it was locked. He needed the keys. He went back into the small straw hut and picked up some small black keys. He turned on the big armored truck and began driving down a small rocky path. He kept his head lights off so that he couldn't be spotted. The path lead Kyle to what looked to be a housing area for the militia. There was ten huts two rows of five huts each. He turned the truck off and quietly got out. He had to kill everyone in the ten huts before they could kill him. He was going to kill as many as he could as quietly as he could. He had his machete in his hands as he quietly approached the first hut. Kyle was prepared for a fight. This would be nothing compared to how hard it would be to kill Howard Dunn.

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