It has been four days since I and a group of five explorers got lost in this dreadful jungle, on day one we have already lost three explorers to nature's cruel traits, the first dying from a poison from a venomous snake, the second, the dumbest creature on two legs I had ever seen regrettably , died after being stung by bees
“why would you poke a bee hive knowing fully well you are allergic to bee stings”I cussed to myself and finally the third which we just watched horrifically get eaten by crocodiles.
We have walked a mile now and something kept bugging me, I could hear Mike's heart pounding like drums.
Mike was an average height man, with glasses bigger than his face, he knew much about tales and myths like some mountain elf he forgets to live in the present.
"Are you good Mike?" I
