Unlikely Friends

Chapter Two

The 3 zulu's led me down the path. The air was a lot more breathable then the surface air. My back began to iratate me, my skin was badley burnt on the surface. How the hell did I get here? Who am I? My memories are a blank. This whole thing seemed like a dream. Saved from the jaws of death by some tribal warrior creatures. Plants that eat people, psychotic monkies? A jungle underground? I was thankful to be alive. My paranoia got to me, I found myself constantly looking at the trees that surrounded the path on both sides, affraid one would snatch me up. However I did feel safe with my new friends. They seemed like they knew what they were doing, brave and skilled.

I began to see a blue in the distance. Underground was dark and the jungle covered most of it, like walking at night through a forrest. The blue light was the camp. We suddenly stopped and the creatures gave a loud noise, a call of some kind. From the distance a call echoed back. We continued down the path.