Green Hell
341 Words
The adventurous group walked through the overgrown field of unknown type of plants.
- Have you ever seen something like this, Steve? - said Nick, marveling over the mysterious flowers.
- No man, it's all really weird. I was expecting everything to be burned to the ground. But, this. This is weird and frightening. - noted Steven, the botanist of the group.
- We should be on the lookout for everything unusual - quietly said Greg, the tracker of the team.
As they were making their way through the 3 meters tall grass, a bloodcurdling scream echoed behind them.
- Mr. Laurenson! - yelled Greg with his riffle pointing at the direction of the scream.
- He is gone. - said Nick and lowered Greg's gun. - We should continue moving.
- Wait. My job here is to make sure you all return safely. I'll go look for him.
- 1 life for 5 thousand? We need to find a safe place so we can build our camp! How much more time do you think we'll survive down there? Two months, maybe three? With the provisions we have left, soon we'll have to start eating our own kind! - nervously said Steven.
- Steve, chill out man. He has a family, like we all do. They want to see him come back, on his feet or in a bag. I'll go look around and join you at the end of this field.
- Are you for re... You know what. You have a point. Matter of fact, let's all go search for him. Maybe the thing that got hi... - a loud slap stopped his unwanted rumbling.
- Why don't you go back to base? It's not like you know the plants around here anyway. Me and Greg will go look for our friend. - calmly said Nick.
Mr. Gibson had nothing to say after that hard slap. He just packed his stuff and started heading home in silence. Soon, the crunching of his boots died off into the distance. The two men looked at eachother and went off into the direction of the last known location of their comrade.
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