Jungle Of Death

Chapter 4

Kyle snuck up to the left side of the first hut with his machete. He heard the africans talking to someone. That person they were talking to sounded american. Kyle crouched down and walked through the door way. The two militia men had their backs turned so Kyle stuck his machete through one and then the other. After Kyle had killed those two men he saw an american soldier strapped down to a chair. He used his machete to cut the straps off of the other soldier. Kyle knew the soldier would die because he was beaten bloody. The other soldier walked up to him and said "I know I am going to die but I will help you".
"How will you help me"?
"I can pour gasoline around the huts. They will eventually hear me and come out. Thats when you will shoot the gasoline and it will catch on fire".
"I can't just let you be killed".
"You will have to. We have no other choice".

The soldier poured two cans of gasoline all around the houses until eventually a man from the militia came out and blasted him to shreds. Kyle didn't even need to fire a bullet. One of the bullets from the man in the militia had hit part of the gas and set it a blaze. The african was burned in less than sixty seconds. He got lit on fire and fell to his knees. The rest of them came rushing out of their huts to see what had happened and they all got set on fire. Smoke was rising high in the sky and the fire was a huge glowing streak of yellow, orange and red. Kyle stayed where he was. Laying down in thick weeds looking at the fire. Eventually he got up and got back in the armored truck again. He drove down the road for miles and miles until he had finally reached the talk clay building were Howard Dunn was. He was prepared for a fight.