Story 3: All is lost but us
Our instincts told us to go back but we actually thought we would take to big of a risk. “I’d say the temperatures around 107 or maybe even 110. I responded with.” Yeah, well if we find food and water maybe all the talk wouldn’t enable as much.” Because of that man on the plane yelling we are now where we are now”, Said the pilot. In my backpack I had a pocket knife so I could make sharp weapons from sticks. As we walked a tree came up with many holes into; the bushes shacked and a man tackled me and kicked the pilot in the leg which caused to fall down leaving him to take me into his truck and drive me out to a river where I was hanging over a treeing looking down at seven hungry crocodiles that looked like they were pretty hungry. When I looked at the person who grabbed I saw him wearing a rainbow mask with a black armored suit carrying a long pole made out of steel. I said” who are you”, but he didn’t say but then I heard a word come out that sounded like he said” I am the demon”, he said. He reached into his trunk and grabbed a big knife
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