Through the Fangs of the Jungle
Angry war drums exploded from the heavens. Sharp deadly electrical spears strike towering trees "Kaboom!". Theresa, seeing a dark hole from under huge wet fern leaves, crawled quickly on her knees and elbows towards it. "Plum! Mela indi." She bid the Amazon boy named Alakba to follow her inside, not minding if there's danger waiting in it. Out in the open is not less dangerous than from inside this small muddy hole carved out by some wild territorial boars. Theresa would prefer to die from an animal attack than from her pursuers. "Arta blabakum sisiska ," the boy pleaded for them to keep walking towards the next village. "Sisikum papuri kibi sisamum impipi," Theresa reminded the boy that they can't just run impulsively for the chip she keeps have government secrets. If the NSA catches them, all is lost. "Frilakam asusmi doriritos," Alakba feared that when daylight comes they'd be dead then. It was a good point. Sh