“Hello, my name is Bob Jefry but you can call me Mr Jef.” He said in a faint voice as he kept his eyes glued to Corpse.  Corpse moved a few steps backwards, awkwardly. His cheeks began to brighten up with a red color. He looked at Corpse and then said, “ You must look around but you mustn’t touch this book!” Then Corpse finally spoke out and said, “Yes Mr Jefry.”

A few seconds later, Mr Jefry was lost from sight. Corpse rapidly dashed over to the sight of the book.A weird scent came from this majestic object. He knew that he was not allowed to touch it but he had to. Every page was filled with lots of pictures that showed death, guns, blood and writing that was in a different language.

He carried on looking through pages till he noticed a pen appeared in his right hand. Then he started to draw people with guns and people with blood dripping down them uncontrollably.

The tarantula was now here but soon after led the way into a secret passageway. Without thinking he followed and then suddenly a ray of sunlight drifted through the towering trees of this passageway. Birds tweeted a rhyme as the path drifted into sight and people covered in blood and had guns started to appear just a few steps in front of him. He immediately ran to a bush that was close by.

He noticed that this was the same thing that he saw in the book. His heart started to jump and now he could hear the sounds of bullets, he saw more people dying by the second and more blood spreaded across this passage. He started to get closer when blood splattered across his face. The feeling was disgusting but Corpse knew it wasn’t the time to start thinking about what was unhygienic and what was hygienic. He attempted to escape but he failed, now he was stuck in a nettle bush and was getting stung everywhere but eventually he found the way out of this torturing plant.

A few minutes later, he heard a rustling sound behind him. He quickly turned and saw a hidden figure until he realized it was a man with a gun.This strange man with the gun had: a camouflage outfit; an old rusted gun; blood rippling down him and boots that came up to his knees.  He pointed the gun straight at Corpse’s head but Corpse managed to escape from death and ran towards safety. Nothing. There was just more passageway and more men . There were endless guns and bullets until “ Don’t go!” uttered a deep voice.