Zaroff says, “On guard, Rainsford!” with a hearty cackle. Rainsford is taken aback; he wants to fight but was not prepared for such a confident and bold expression. Zaroff pulls out his small pistol and takes a shot at Rainsford. The bullet smashes through the window, shattering the window and throwing sharp glass shards in the general vicinity. Rainsford pulls out his knife, prepared to attack and defend himself in however way possible. Zaroff backs Rainsford into a wall, pointing the gun in his face, and kicks Rainsford into the corner. Rainsford blindly throws his knife, hoping the knife will stick into anybody, anything, whatever it is, to gain a tactical advantage. The knife ricochets off of the wooden wall, slicing it, and then digs into the red blankets of the
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He picks one up; it cuts his palm, but he now has some form of defense. He grabs the glass shard and looks for Rainsford. Where has he gone? A sudden figure was on top of Zaroff, the weight of a muscular man armed with his own gun has tackled him. The gun presses on top of Zaroff’s forehead.
This feels so wrong but it is the right thing¸ Rainsford thought. Rainsford pulled the trigger. Zaroff’s body fell with a plop, and he lied motionless on the ground. Rainsford breathed in heavily. The fresh air felt nice. Rainsford crawled under the blanket and finally wanted to relax. He dozed off.
Rainsford woke up with a start. He breathed in salty air and felt the bed rocking back and forth slowly.
“Are you alright, Rainsford? You hadn’t slept for much long, so get some shut eye. We’ll be at the Amazon when you wake up.” Whitney said.
The weight of the blanket and the cool air surrounding him made him succumb to his exhaustion. He was absolutely exhausted; every second he spent awake felt like an eternity. Even these creaky old beds felt like the most comfortable beds in the world. He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford
He picks one up; it cuts his palm, but he now has some form of defense. He grabs the glass shard and looks for Rainsford. Where has he gone? A sudden figure was on top of Zaroff, the weight of a muscular man armed with his own gun has tackled him. The gun presses on top of Zaroff’s forehead.
This feels so wrong but it is the right thing¸ Rainsford thought. Rainsford pulled the trigger. Zaroff’s body fell with a plop, and he lied motionless on the ground. Rainsford breathed in heavily. The fresh air felt nice. Rainsford crawled under the blanket and finally wanted to relax. He dozed off.
Rainsford woke up with a start. He breathed in salty air and felt the bed rocking back and forth slowly.
“Are you alright, Rainsford? You hadn’t slept for much long, so get some shut eye. We’ll be at the Amazon when you wake up.” Whitney said.
The weight of the blanket and the cool air surrounding him made him succumb to his exhaustion. He was absolutely exhausted; every second he spent awake felt like an eternity. Even these creaky old beds felt like the most comfortable beds in the world. He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford