The Runway

I was handed my fire arm and me and 4 other boys were told to board raft A-13. The raft looked like one of those log flumes you see at disney world, but they use a real log. I was the first to get in and immediately got a sharp piece of wood stuck on my left arse cheek. "Ow!" I yelled and the other boys had a laugh about it, little did they know what was about to happen to them. Our raft set off down a large slope and we all got drenched. 15 minutes went by and we saw something lurking in the bushes near us.

"I got those fuckers!" said a general of a rival tribe. He then got a sticky grenade out of his right pocket and... yep. The loud noise of that explosion is something i'll never forget. My skin was burning like pork on a barbecue. Everyone was launched into the air, burning and bleeding. Unfortunately, all my peers crashed on a rock and died. Me however, fell down a water fall and onto a washed up beach sort of area. The burning had stopped but my skin had large burn marks and blood splattered like spray paint. I felt a hand tap me on the back all of a sudden. I turned and looked at an old gentlemen smiling at me. "Boy are you alright" He asked. "It's complicated" I replied. "I'll take you to Gus' diner, me and you can talk. Kid i'll even buy you an ice cream" The old man Smiled at me and I nodded.