The Adventures of Atticus King
“We need to jump!” You yell to Edwin. You give him a parachute.
“How to I use this?” He screams back.
“Pull this pin as soon as you jump out!” You open the door. “Jump on three! One! Two! Three!” You both leap out, and the plane bursts into flames. A piece of shrapnel his your head and everything goes dark. Hours later, you find yourself hanging from a tree only a few feet above the ground. Your eyes are full of smoke.
“Atticus!” You hear someone calling your name. “Atticus! Wake up!” You slap back in reality, and a jolt of shock bolts through your heart. Edwin is standing on the ground. You’re about at the same level. “Are you all right?” he asks.
“Terrific” you answer. He flips open a pocket knife and cuts the cords of your parachute. You fall to the ground with a thud. “Ouch.”
“Those guys who shot us down, who were they?” Edwin asks.
“Russians, the planes they were using were Russian.”
“What would Russians be doing in a forsaken place like this?”
“I don’t know, we better get out of here. Those guys will be looking for us.” You hitch up your gear and head into the jungle. You walk for hours. Lucky for you, you grabbed some flares, a pistol, and a machete before bailing out. All Edwin grabbed with him was his pocket knife, one pack of matches, and a package of Skittles.
“How to I use this?” He screams back.
“Pull this pin as soon as you jump out!” You open the door. “Jump on three! One! Two! Three!” You both leap out, and the plane bursts into flames. A piece of shrapnel his your head and everything goes dark. Hours later, you find yourself hanging from a tree only a few feet above the ground. Your eyes are full of smoke.
“Atticus!” You hear someone calling your name. “Atticus! Wake up!” You slap back in reality, and a jolt of shock bolts through your heart. Edwin is standing on the ground. You’re about at the same level. “Are you all right?” he asks.
“Terrific” you answer. He flips open a pocket knife and cuts the cords of your parachute. You fall to the ground with a thud. “Ouch.”
“Those guys who shot us down, who were they?” Edwin asks.
“Russians, the planes they were using were Russian.”
“What would Russians be doing in a forsaken place like this?”
“I don’t know, we better get out of here. Those guys will be looking for us.” You hitch up your gear and head into the jungle. You walk for hours. Lucky for you, you grabbed some flares, a pistol, and a machete before bailing out. All Edwin grabbed with him was his pocket knife, one pack of matches, and a package of Skittles.