chapter 17
The light had stretched on, and Sarah's absence had cast a heavy shadow over the group. Fear gnawed at their hearts as they combed through the jungle, their flashlights cutting through the relentless rain like thin beams of hope.
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"Sarah!" John's voice grew increasingly strained.
"Sir, there's no conceivable way forward!" Martha exclaimed, leading the group and meticulously scouring for any hints.
"This defies belief. The trail of broken bushes brought us to this point."
"Are we disoriented?" Alana's voice quivered.
"No, we shan't be," John asserted with unwavering confidence.
Sierra trembled, her nose running from the biting cold.
"Sierra, are you holding up?"
"Y-Yes. I fear I've contracted a cold. I've lost sensation in my legs. We're bereft of any suitable place to rest."
"Sir, I propose we grant them respite here. I'll undertake the task of locating her," Martha recommended, her gaze directed toward the girls.
"No, I cannot permit you to venture out alone. It's far too perilous," John objected.
"The greater peril lies in subjecting them to traverse these harsh conditions," Martha asserted.
"We'll take refuge here," Alana suggested.
"I shall accompany you, Athena," she volunteered.
"You should also accompany them, Alana," Sierra insisted.
"In no way. Is that beyond your comprehension?"
"Do you not see that I am incapable of walking?" Sierra's tears began to well up.
"Come on," Alana knelt down to offer Sierra a piggyback.
"Allow me to hoist her up. You all, please remain together," John directed.
Sierra, Martha, John, and Alana had been calling out for Sarah for what felt like hours, their voices growing hoarse from the effort. The jungle remained eerily silent, save for the relentless drumming of the rain on the leaves. John and Martha took turns giving the girls piggyback rides.
As they pushed deeper into the jungle, hope began to fade, and the tension grew palpable. The storm showed no signs of abating, and the darkness seemed to close in around them.
The rainwater had begun to pool in low-lying areas, forming small but treacherous streams that snaked through the jungle.
on the other side, Sarah was finding twitter, playing brave.
"This little furball might just be the death of me," she quipped, her demeanor unfazed.
*Meow in the distance.
"Wait, what?" She wondered if she was merely hearing things.
"Twitter!" she called out to confirm that Twitter was nearby.
*Meow.
"Twitter!" With certainty that Twitter was close, she began to search eagerly, the flashing lights guiding her way. She found Twitter, who was wagging her tail, seemingly excited to show her something rather than the other way around.
"Twitter, my kitty!" she exclaimed with joy.
"Momba missed you soooo much," she said, her voice quivering with emotion, and she sniffled.
"What? Why are you so curious, girl?" she inquired, observing Twitter's unusual and intense curiosity, her gaze sweeping over her feline companion.
*meow
Twitter touched her feet and beckoned her to follow, guiding her towards a massive, rusted steel gateway.
"What the..." she trailed off, her jaw dropping in astonishment.
"You wanted me to see this?!" she asked Twitter.
*Meow.
"Have you seen what's on the other side?" Twitter continued to pace back and forth, clearly curious to explore the other side.
"Dang, how can we get to the other side?" she pondered, placing her hands on her hips and mulling over the situation.
"I could get an electric shock if I touch this metal in the rain. How foolish of me. Let me think quickly..." she muttered to herself, lost in thought, and then she heard a creaking sound behind her.
*meow
Twitter peeked from the side and quickly darted towards Sarah's feet, seeking refuge from whatever was causing the creaking sound.
"Twitter, run! Help me! Help!" She scooped up Twitter and sprinted towards the gate. With Twitter nestled on her shoulder, Sarah swiftly scaled the rust-covered gate and descended to the other side, unaware that she was stepping into an unknown and perilous realm.
A considerable distance away, Sarah's cry for help reached Martha's ears, prompting her to exclaim in relief, "Sarah! I heard Sarah's voice!"
"What? Where?" John inquired, igniting a wave of hope and relief among everyone present.
"It came from that way." martha pointed
they ran there but couldn't hear her voice anymore
"Sarah! where are you?? Look your sister's here for you! Please come back" Athena's eye welled up saying those words
"We'll find her. We should keep going."
But the terrain grew increasingly challenging. The rising water and muddy ground made each step a struggle. The flashlights flickered, threatening to die in the storm, and their calls for Sarah seemed to get lost in the roar of the rain.
"We have no choice," Martha said grimly. "We need to find her."
With a shared determination, they carefully waded into the icy water, their clothes clinging to their bodies. The current tugged at their legs, making each step a battle against the elements.
The rain showed no mercy, and their search continued into the heart of the jungle, where the darkness seemed impenetrable. The minutes turned into hours, and fatigue gnawed at them, but they pressed on, driven by their concern for Sarah.
"We've come too far," Martha realized with a touch of concern.
"We can't go back," Sierra stated firmly.
"Hmm."
*Howls and growls of animals.
"Stick together," John urged, his senses on high alert.
"This way-"
*loud growls
The girls teared up. "No!"
"Girls, calm down. It's far away. It's-"
*Creaks.
John began to look for another option for escape, his eyes scanning the surroundings in search of a safer route.
"Trust me, just stick together," John urged, positioning himself protectively in front of the girls and Martha.
A menacing wolf emerged, growling and eyeing them as potential prey.
"I don't want to die," Alana cried out.
"Shh, just stay quiet, and don't run," John whispered, maintaining an intense gaze on the wolf while vigorously waving a torch to make himself appear larger and more intimidating.
The wolf inched closer, saliva dripping from its jaws.
"Sir," Martha and the girls prayed not to meet a tragic fate.
John, with wisdom and courage, spread out his arms, tiptoed forward, and unleashed a mighty roar that echoed through the night. The sheer force of his presence and sound caused the wolf to take a step back.
As John continued to advance, yelling fiercely at the wolf, the creature decided it was best to flee, retreating into the darkness.
"Are you guys okay?" John asked, breathing heavily.
The girls hugged him tightly, tears streaming down their faces. It was a moment they would never forget, the night they confronted their fears and emerged victorious.
"Let's go on," John comforted
"How the hell did you do that?" Martha asked in astonishment.
"Genetics," John quipped with a smile, leading the way forward.
Meanwhile, Sarah embarked on her own adventure, venturing to the other side and noticing a sign that read, 'Do Not Enter.'
Her hunger grew, and she confided in Twitter, "I'm starving, and I don't even have a single penny to buy something, not even from an animal around here." She spotted an apple tree and decided to try her luck.
Picking up a stone, she attempted to knock an apple loose, saying, "Here's the rock, there's the apple, target locked, and...shoot!" However, the stone went astray and hit Sarah on the head. "Ow! That was just a practice shot. Let me show you how to do it in real-time."
After several failed attempts, she finally succeeded in dislodging the apple. And Twitter, who was looking at these sweet fruitful attempts
"My apple!" she exclaimed joyfully before hearing a man's voice from behind.
"Twitter, I think there's someone behind...me," she said nervously, turning to face the stranger.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A group of lost tourists trying to be heroes?" The leader of the kidnappers, a tall and imposing figure with a sinister grin, stepped forward, casting a shadow of danger over their unexpected encounter.