Suddenly, the car swerved into a very big camp. The stout man on the wheel drove in, passing through many checkpoints, all I saw were nothing but strange happenings, my vision was beclouded by the men on black.
How fast we scaled through all those checkpoints back there, still marvel my feeble heart. At this point, my blood pressure can pass for a cardiac arrest patient. I began to wonder where we are headed to? The How and Whys' that engulfed me were numerous to figure what my next move should be?
Meanwhile, amidst this trembling feelings, we arrived a magnificent bungalow, and the car came to a halt. I knew that was our terminus ad quem (final destination), I was too scared to ask what I was doing there? But for the innate courage that advised me couple of times to "RUN!" but, couple of times did I fail to heed.
Ever found yourself in a circumstance that you cannot help myself? I decided that I was going to submit what comes may to the will of the almighty. My gaze caught the awesomeness of its natural environs. In my admiration I received a thunderous slap, lying helplessly on the floor, I was dragged into a "Coleman Red Canyon" camp tent. Then and there, I realized: I should have RUN.