A wild scream set off, slicing the air, and disturbing the gloom of the night. In the nearby distance, an owl hooted, a clarion call for the cause of its search for another prey. Now, with the peace shattered, night no longer seemed eerie but downright frightening. Every scuffle and animal call sent Amy's heart pounding. The hum and drone of wings flapping in the air, of the buzzing insects and of mammals treading the ground was magnified as soon as darkness had fallen.
Huddled together in a close circle were four youths, hiding behind a bush. Fear and despair made them twice as scared. In their minds' eyes, played scenes of their fateful, tragic ending. Sean chided himself,''Don't let ...view middle of the document...
Or as fast as Mia's can. They could not run very far, but they watched, dismayed, from a safe distance as the monkeys had field day.
The three others, even petite Mia, turned on her, agitated. Incomprehensible mishmash of choice words and fists flew. By the time apologies were exchanged, the sun was trickling down to its last beam, and the stars winked at them. Was the crescent laughing at their expense? It seemed so. Especially when Sean trampled upon a most precious life saver, as the quadruple were retracing back their steps to the site back to the site where the monkeys had emerged.The crack resounded ominously.
''Poor compass, poor Sean.'' mumbled Mia as she watched Ben give the other boy a thrashing down. ''Poor us,'' Ben retorted, his frustration escalating with the dimness of daylight. ''If-'' he broke off, glaring at Amy, then looked away. He wiped his face. There was no use in bringing up the matter again.The bags were gone along with his hand phone, and whatever chances of hope they had.
The mood was cut off slowly as night sheathed them eerily. Mia was pleading for rest for her legs were already sore and hurting. Amy chimed in, claiming that her lips were chapped and in need of care. Ben grumbled but led them to a rain tree nearby tor rest. Mia massaged her ankle and smiled up gratefully at a grim-faced Ben. Amy decided to pipe down in case they left her behind. Sean had disappeared for a moment, but he soon came back to claim his position, his face flushed with sheer excitement.
''Water!'' he babbled, flapping his arms about like a caged bird. He claimed to have found a narrow stream nearby while Mia was complaining. At first, doubt and suspicion lay unannounced, but they soon trudged along. Amy, taking pity on the younger girl, offered to piggy-back Mia on her shoulders. Gleefully, Mia obliged.
They soon reached a wide surface of seemingly iridescent water. They fell over like hungry beasts and washed their bodies. Ben warned the others not to bathe or soak in the water leisurely, for they owned no towels to dry off and it would be biting cold in this thicket of trees up in the mountains. Mia wondered why there were no forest rangers patrolling here. She kept mum and scrubbed her face with a handful of water. Amy felt like rebelling, but she knew she would only regret it later. She then simply gurgled with the water with her mouth and washed her scalp briefly. Mia imitated her and soon, all the boys were massaging their scalp and feeding into the water. All of a sudden, a ear-deafening shout directed at them.
In utter shock, Sean dunked his head and snorted water out. The foursome wildly gazed around only to see a scantily-dressed tribesman who looked he had time-traveled from the Stone Age. He had a bony stick in his hands and was waving it around wildly. He had the face of a depressed old man, wrinkled and stooped over with age. He was expressing distress over something but the four only stared at him with...