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Red is everywhere. The leaves of the trees, wild grass, bushes, anything that in a normal jungle is supposed to be green (like he saw when he first entered) is red in the Jungle of Insanire. Mike sat and rested on the front hood and bumper of his black DeLorean as the jug filled with water from the nearest tree he punched a hole in, with a long nail, and contemplated, Been here two weeks and so far no signs of people or wild beasts. Maybe this is better than going to Cairo. He then heard a clicking sound closer than the other critter noises in the jungle and he got up, looked around his vehicle and in the small clearing, but saw nothing. He sat back on his car when suddenly there is a scream and a red painted person, wearing red jungle leaves and what appears to be a human rib cage (in red) surrounding his body and mid-section, leapt out from beneath and behind the left front fender of the DeLorean with a large knife in his hand and when he brought it down, it was meant for Mike’s back, but instead stabbed him in the right shoulder. Mike yelped in pain and immediately grabbed the native looking person’s right hand and arm, twisted it and yanked him over the hood and on his back to the ground and spun him around as he twisted the native s right arm, while at the same time pulled out his knife and stabbed his assailant directly in the throat and gave a juicy, hard twist. Suddenly there is a chorus of clicking and hooting sounds as Mike screamed in rage at the dead native’s face before he saw another jump out of the woods, in front of him, and brought a short, hollow stick to his mouth. The second native blew and fired a dart at Mike, but not before Mike swung his knife out and deflected it as he charged at the native (while yelling at the same time) and just as the native tried to block him with his useless stick, Mike drove his blade deep into the left rib cage of his second assailant, making the native looked shocked as Mike looked at him with wide, angry eyes before he ripped the knife out through the native’s back. Another native jumped out, with a blow stick to his mouth and blew out a dart and Mike instinctively shifted his head to the left and the dart flew by, only to strike a native woman (in the same garb) right into the right eye and fell on her back like a sack of rice. Mike immediately threw his knife (hard) and struck the surprised native (that killed his companion) directly in the throat, forcing the native to drop his blow stick, grab the knife by the hilt and gurgled blood as he fell on his back just as Mike grabbed his sawed off shotgun from his belt and as he pulled something struck him at the back of his neck. For a moment, Mike felt a short sting of pain and when he reached for it and pulled it out, he saw it was one of the darts he was being shot at. He looked angry, as he crushed it, and again pulled at his shotgun, only for his arms to go numb and then every part of his body felt like a cloud as his vision began to blur, fell on his knees and then on his face and everything went from red to black.
