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I do not care for all the danger, the danger of these two words at this time will not be found in the brain.The heat, the hunger, the thirst, the pain, was not enough to beat the fatigue-I had been on a plane for more than half a month-I slept like that when I did not know how to struggle to lie down; it was impossible to lie down, and the chains on my hands prevented me from leveling my back.I just want to sleep in this situation; I want to have a good dream!？
- Then, with my eyes open, I sat in the corner of a hut; not a hut, but a little hole; no window, no door;four pieces of what seemed to be a wall, surrounded by a patch of grass that had not been shoveled, and the ceiling was a small silver-gray day.My hands are free, but there is a thick rope in my waistband, which is wrapped around my waistband, though I do not need such a girdle, which I cannot see or attach to the wall; I am bound to be fastened down from heaven.The pistol is still in the arms, strange!
- What does it mean?Kidnapping?To the Earth?It's too much trouble.Catch the monster, ready to train to go to the Zoo exhibition?Or to a biology class for an autopsy?That's almost true.I laughed and I was a little bit crazy.Thirsty as hell.Why don't you take my pistol?This astonishment and comfort do not add to the amount of fluid in the mouth.To look around, absolutely.There is a stone pot in the corner parallel to where I sit.What's in there?Who goes to the tube, I must look past, the instinct is wiser than the intellect.The ankle is still tripping, jump.Bear the pain to stand up, stand up, try a few attempts, the legs have no command.Sit down.Thirst will crack in your chest.The physical need to put the noble spirit to end, climb!The small hole is not very large, lying on the ground, but only a few inches, you can touch the hit hope, the baby jar.But before I lay flat, the belt warned me that it would not allow me to lay flat. if I must go forward, it would hang me up.Hopeless.
- Teh burning in my mouth made me fly again: feet forward, lying forward, learn the little hard cover bug over the body.Although the rope is very tight, hard struggle can be evenly spread to the ribs, ribs are thinner than the root of the leg, can be evenly spread to the chest, my feet can touch the jar, even if the ribs are frayed, than so strong thirst.The skin of the rib is broken, no matter; forward, ache, no matter; ah, the feet touch the baby!
The ankles were locked so tightly that the tip of the two toes could touch the can, but they could not hold it open, and they could not touch the can.Hopeless.
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Life is not free, what is the use of hands and feet off the shackles!But I'm not discouraged by it; at least I'm not responsible for the cat people guarding the little hole.The gun, the match box, all good; I began to grasp the broken rope to the wall.Head over the wall, a dark gray, not like the night, but like a hot mist without smoke.Across the wall, jumKnow what the Beast?p.Where to go?In the wall when the courage minus eight tenths.No people, no lights, no sound.The distance-perhaps not far, I measure the distance-seems to have a forest.Do I dare go into the woods?
I looked up at the stars, and I could see only a few large, reddish light in the gray sky.
- Thirsty again, and very hungry.In the night hunting, is not against the bird and beast, I have no skill.Fortunately not cold;here probably Day and night red body is not cold.I leaned against the wall of the hut and sat down, looking at the stars in the sky, looking at the woods in the distance.It is the most ridiculous thought that makes people weep: loneliness is more embarrassing than pain.
- I sat there for a long time, my eyes slowly lost strength;but I did not dare to sleep, closed for a moment, heart, efforts to open, then closed.Once it seemed to see a shadow, but before you see it again.I blamed myself, and closed my eyes; and when I closed my eyes again, I was worried.Huh!It seems that there is a shadow, just see, and gone.My hair is standing up.Ghosting to Mars is not part of my plan.Don't close your eyes again.
- For most of the day, nothing.I tried to close my eyes, leaving a little slit to look at; come, the shadow!
- No, it's not a ghost;it's a cat.The Catman must be particularly well developed, can be seen from afar my eyes open and close.Nervous, pleased, almost stopped breathing, waiting;he came before me, and I had my own way;as if I must be superior to a cat, for whatever reason; or because I have a pistol?Ridiculous.
Time is of no value here, as if he had waited for centuries before he was far from me;every step seemed to take a moment, or one o'clock, with the whole history of the heredity of the cautious.To the east, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to the west, to
- Don't say move, I suddenly opened his eyes, he may go to the outside of the space.I didn't move; I just had a tiny slit in my eye to see how he was doing.
- I see that he has no malice towards me,he is afraid of me to him.He didn't take the guy in his hand, and he came alone, not to kill me.How can I make him understand that I will not harm him?No action is the best way, I thought, that at least will not scare him.