Five people lay dead on the floor. The silence of it all was overwhelming. He had done it! All the money in the world lay in front of him; he picked up the suitcase and ran.
He awoke with a fright, he’d had the nightmare again, a bead of what might have been sweat, or even a tear, trickled slowly down his cheek. He brushed it away violently as though he was trying to expel any weakness in his body- he knew he had to be strong now. He gazed down at his watch whilst rubbing the sleep out of his eye, it read 1 am. Despite the light conditions and his fatigue, he decided to start moving. The Jungle undergrowth blocked out any sun that the moon offered it, and there was a ceaseless hum of insects. One month ago today he embarked on the biggest mission of his life. When he took the money everyone came after him, the police, the Government, even the criminal organisations he stole from. In reality they were all the same, all corrupt. The last month had been horrible, running, hiding, running, hiding-he couldn’t trust anyone, apart from Jack. That’s
who he was going to now. He opened his backpack and got out his map and compass. He realised he was just 10 miles from his destination, he put the equipment back in his bag and began to walk.
He had been walking for what seemed like hours and he could sense he was getting close, strangely the closer he got to safety the more in danger he felt, as the area would be littered with traps.
Suddenly he burst out of the undergrowth; in front of him was Jack’s shack. No lights were on and the helicopter was gone- he was alone.