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RED JUNGLE

RED JUNGLE

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Chapter 1 THE JOURNEY ACROSS

Word Count: 1341    |    Released on: 04/05/2023

bright afternoon sun as well as the black roof of four black vehicles with a black bus conveying condemned prisoners accelerating slowly along with the other vans, towards the southward direction of t

behind the colossal bus, gently kept trailing the bus while two other police cars situated in front of the gigantic bus led the procession down a valley, towards the next route which directed them to a far jungle. Unknown to the cops inside the four cars as well as four cops within the bus including the driver, a shrewd white prisoner had surreptitiously succeeded in stealing one of the keys from the sleeping black cop but felt reluctant to go ahead with his risky endeavor of freeing himself from the chains when his sharp eyes fell on the blunt faces of his fellow inmates especially the haggard visage of a huge baldheaded black man whose robust biceps and muscular abdomen fitted tightly to his tunic, who kept watching him with contempt a

the cop didn't react to his call and simply held tenaciously to his dream in a funny way that made th

minals renowned for their hazardous crimes which had endangered the innocent lives of many people especially business owners and few other corrupt political office holders. Each of the prisoners were securely guarded in their respective jailhouse than other inmates whose crimes were actually of low significance compared to the notable crimes committed by the temporary coalition of imprisoned serial killers taken from different jailhouses to be transfer

to stay awake and none of...them

e moving vehicle when the bus bumped slightly on the the rough deserted road which ran far into the distant horizon of s

next mile and don't let this crafty fel

r that

You really don't want McDonnell's face to

hich enabled part of him to be fully awake while the prisoners lis

ourse,

really making me feel bored si

e a torn in

man to the silent prisoners who were paying attention to nothing except for the loud sound of the accelerating engine that was inbuilt within the skeleton of the

not to feel s

ve slept, hav

No

you sleeping the whole time aft

f them had fallen asleep since we began t

riminals especially a Mexican whose blunt face had two scars inflicted on his left cheek with a jackknife which he painfully received in a gang fight against a rival triad trying to encroach power into their territory without permission before he was

ufficient amount of used up gas to spare before they will arrive at their journey but the immense heat emanating from the sun, combined with the stagnant wind which had cease to refresh the nerves of the cop

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