Luke slowly stood up and looked to his left. Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he had seen someone who looked like his sister. He turned around in time to see his sister slowly entering the jungle. How could this be happening? She had died. This wasn't real. Or maybe she was alive? Many thoughts went through Luke's head before sprinting up past a few other survivors and into the jungle. He could hear behind him a few shouts telling him to come back, but he ignored them.
He ran through the jungle, not in any particular direction. After about a minute of running he came into a clearing. On the other side of the field was his sister standing there looking back at him. How was this possible? The logical explanation was that he was dehydrated. He hadn't drank any water in days. After his sister's death, he had stopped taking care of himself. He was numb to everything around him. Yet on the other side of the field, his sister stood there.
He began sprinting towards her and saw as she slowly turned around and stepped back into the jungle. He ran into the jungle after her seconds later. He didn't have any idea of where she went, yet he kept on running. Then he fell. He didn't realize what was happening until he was sliding down a wet hill. It drained him of his strength and he just kept on tumbling down the hillside.
The hill ended with a steep cliff and he was thrown over the side. He fell through the air. He landed on the ground thirty feet down from the top of the cliff and looked up. His body was in unbearable pain. He yelled out as loud as he could yet he knew nobody could hear him. He couldn't move and he was almost unconscious. He looked to his left and saw someone walking towards him. It was his sister. He closed his eyes for a few seconds because he was in such pain. and when he opened them he saw what looked like a shadow floating in the air. like a thundercloud, only pitch black. It was the last thing he saw in his lifetime before it striking out and killing him.
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