He wasn’t able to see anything behind glittering flames hundred meters ahead. One inch from the ground his face was sweating under the bright moon and there was no hope he could stand up from it these moments to run again. They were still after him. The echo tripled the hu-lu-lu-sounds they were making. As a local shaman used to put it about these guys - they didn’t speak even to each other. They only made those sounds and ate their brothers and sisters after burning them alive. If there was a white man around he automatically became not simply a delicacy for the richest tribesmen but a meal that can be provided for the feast. These “lunatics” were ready to run 3 nights ahead only to see his body burning on their ritual fire. Adam’s heart was ready to burn already from the fast strikes it was making as though it was producing all the sweat he had. It seemed this only one feeling made all the sweat. Even now, lying on the ground powerless he felt his limbs twitching despite the strong ache every twitch produced. These twitches are now forcing him to move but he can’t go on. Tribesmen 100 meters away are running faster and faster towards him. Suddenly he finds something in his bag pocket. It is...
a) a lighter
b) a gun
b) a gun
c) his friend’s head
This was written by Anton Elenin
TASK:
Continue the story using one of the answers
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