Robin Surréal

Chapter Thirteen

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

As I walked through the jungle, I wondered how I would die.

There were many ways to die in the jungle, but surely it must be better than the desert.

Spiders, lions, snakes, plants.

Anything could kill me, if I even brushed past a plant I would have died.

The jungle is a very dangerous place to be.

My first journey was better than this. We had ten people, so I felt safer. We were armed and felt safe. Here, all I had was clothing and pain. And I was alone. There were a million things that could kill me all around me, but I just slowly walked forward. I wished that I stayed at the beach. It would be just like a vacation.

At the jungle, I realized what a horrible life I faced.

School abuse. Failing university. Hunting every day with sore muscles. Hard missions. Rocky islands. And now this, a base with a freezing cold room, a desert, a plane crash, and a jungle. Yet, I survived up to that point.

I always thought that I would die in the jungle. I just walked across it.

Suddenly, I heard a low growl. I spun around weakly.

It was a lion.

Without hesitating, I lunged at the lion and managed to tackle it down. It growled and scratched my gut. I grabbed a rock and smashed it on the lion's face. I smashed his face violently until the lion took ME down.

This is the end, I thought.

I tried to hold the lion's paw back from my throat, but the paw neared closer to my throat, no matter how much I tried to get it away.

I felt pain on my throat. I knew I was going to die. The lion's claw was cutting my throat. I suddenly had trouble breathing. The cut on my gut was bleeding so much that I couldn't hear or see, like what happened after the hydrogen bomb.

With my last stength, I pushed the lion, but it was too late. The lion's claws were deep in my throat, and my gut caused me to lose alot of blood.

I couldn't even feel anything anymore.