He was totally confused and he had never been in such a situation. The drizzle had turned into a rain but he could still see where he was.
He checked his shotgun and pointed it into the air. He fired a shot and waited. The sound of the shot was loud. He ears hummed and he listened for a reply. There was none. He shouted to his friends and called for help. There was no reply.
The rain was getting heavier and he could barely see twenty metres ahead. He tried to look for some shelter; a tall tree or something better. His hopes were high but a tall tree would attract lightning. He did not want to be struck by the thousand volts from the sky. He was right as lightning flashed and thunder followed. It would be foolish to stay under a tree.
He trudged on and on and hoped to find a shelter of some sort. But in the middle of the jungle who would build a hut or a shed.
He was indeed a lucky man. The jungle was already in darkness but as the lightning flashed, he saw a hut. He could not believe what he saw. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Was it due to his paranoid feeling?
For a second time, the lightning flashed and for a split second he saw the hut again. His heart pounded with excitement as he was sure of what he saw. Was it a trick or an illusion? He was actually running straight towards the hut regardless of who or what built it; regardless of who or what was inside. It would be better than being soaked in the rain and the fear of being struck by lightning.
At the door of the hut he stopped and breathe heavily. It would be impolite to barge in without being invited. Whoever was inside would be offended if someone rushed in unannounced.
He rapped on the flimsy door and waited. There was no reply. He called out aloud because the thunder had muffled the knock on the door; he assumed. He waited again. As he was feeling cold and wet, he could wait any longer. He opened the door slowly and expecting to find the inhabitants shocked but he was relieved as the hut was bare and totally uninhabited. The light emitted from the lightning shot through the cracks on the walls and the roof. He was now sure that the hut was indeed empty.
He felt a sense of relief as he could get some shelter away from the rain. He would explain to the owner later when he returned later; he thought to himself.
He switched on his torch light and surveyed the empty hut. It was indeed vacant except for the floor that was littered with dried leaves and branches. Not a single piece of furniture was seen. The only sign of use was a small blackened patch of branches that had been used for a fire. That gave him an idea. He gathered the leaves and the branches and twigs that were in the hut.
Then he took out his box of matches; luckily they were wrapped in a container so it was still dry. He struck a match and made a small fire. Next he removed his jacket and shirt and dried them near the fire. It was warm and he gave out a sigh of relief.
But, sad to say, that sigh of relief was a short one. Read on.
He checked his shotgun and pointed it into the air. He fired a shot and waited. The sound of the shot was loud. He ears hummed and he listened for a reply. There was none. He shouted to his friends and called for help. There was no reply.
The rain was getting heavier and he could barely see twenty metres ahead. He tried to look for some shelter; a tall tree or something better. His hopes were high but a tall tree would attract lightning. He did not want to be struck by the thousand volts from the sky. He was right as lightning flashed and thunder followed. It would be foolish to stay under a tree.
He trudged on and on and hoped to find a shelter of some sort. But in the middle of the jungle who would build a hut or a shed.
He was indeed a lucky man. The jungle was already in darkness but as the lightning flashed, he saw a hut. He could not believe what he saw. Were his eyes playing tricks on him? Was it due to his paranoid feeling?
For a second time, the lightning flashed and for a split second he saw the hut again. His heart pounded with excitement as he was sure of what he saw. Was it a trick or an illusion? He was actually running straight towards the hut regardless of who or what built it; regardless of who or what was inside. It would be better than being soaked in the rain and the fear of being struck by lightning.
At the door of the hut he stopped and breathe heavily. It would be impolite to barge in without being invited. Whoever was inside would be offended if someone rushed in unannounced.
He rapped on the flimsy door and waited. There was no reply. He called out aloud because the thunder had muffled the knock on the door; he assumed. He waited again. As he was feeling cold and wet, he could wait any longer. He opened the door slowly and expecting to find the inhabitants shocked but he was relieved as the hut was bare and totally uninhabited. The light emitted from the lightning shot through the cracks on the walls and the roof. He was now sure that the hut was indeed empty.
He felt a sense of relief as he could get some shelter away from the rain. He would explain to the owner later when he returned later; he thought to himself.
He switched on his torch light and surveyed the empty hut. It was indeed vacant except for the floor that was littered with dried leaves and branches. Not a single piece of furniture was seen. The only sign of use was a small blackened patch of branches that had been used for a fire. That gave him an idea. He gathered the leaves and the branches and twigs that were in the hut.
Then he took out his box of matches; luckily they were wrapped in a container so it was still dry. He struck a match and made a small fire. Next he removed his jacket and shirt and dried them near the fire. It was warm and he gave out a sigh of relief.
But, sad to say, that sigh of relief was a short one. Read on.
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