Chapter 11 Nick Meets Masma--The Girl From The Killing Tribe

• Since deciding to separate himself from Mehmet, Nick wanders alone in the vast forest. So far, he has not found a tribe that kills and rapes men. He is fighting an increasingly chronic sense of hopelessness. He stumbled as he ran out of energy. The scorching sun made him stagger a little. Thirst and hunger tormented him. Along the way, he found no food. The forest looked dry. Nick fell and lost consciousness, his soul flew into the river. A beautiful blue-eyed girl waved her hand. The girl pulled Nick into the water and just as he was about to sink, his eyelids opened. Nick caught his ragged breath.
• Nick lifted his weight. The nightmare that just happened gave new energy. He walked up the hill. There was a puff of smoke that caught his attention. Struggling through the extreme terrain, he finally found the source of the smoke he saw. Nick walked through the fog that made his eyes sting. The youth did not remember what the tribal leader said at that time. Nick stepped into the thick forest, then he saw a boiling river. He looked at the twenty-five-meter wide river in amazement. Ivory-colored rocks lay on the sides and crevices of the clear water. He approached after confirming that his footrests were really solid. He enjoyed the warmth against his skin, the steam like aromatherapy. Nick crouched down to look at the dead frog. The distance was too close to make the young man suddenly slip.
• "Argh!" He screamed, hot steam hitting his skin. As that happened, time suddenly stopped. Nick was only seconds away from misfortune.