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Warning, in coming chapter, and thank you to Al for havin a look!

Chapter 4

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I walked silently back to Abe’s hut. Every mudokon was at the meeting, probably emptying the buffet table. Abe joined me soon.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Whad ya think?” I replied.
“Don’t worry about them. Once they know what ya did to Munch they’ll be lining up to have your autograph!”
I didn’t answer.
“Ya wanna stay here tonight?” Abe asked.
“Fine.”
“Whan me to get ya a bed?”
“I’ll make my own.”
“…Oookay, how about food?”
“That would be nice.”
“Kay, see ya.” He left.
I got my spindles working. I shot a string of paramite thread from the hole on my back and began to make a hammock. It was done soon. I climbed in and stared up at the ceiling. What was the point of staying here? Everyone hated me. Maybe I should go in to the forest and get in touch with my inner scrab. Or paramite. Or laguameacy. If only I could get a chance to prove that I could be trusted…

I stared on in horror. I tried to close my eyes but they were taped open. I tried to turn my head but a slig grabbed it firmly and held it facing forward. Another grabbed my arms. I watched in horror as the wooden box with him inside was lowered into the machine. I tried to break free of the sligs’ grip but they held me to tightly.
“I’M SORRY,” I cried to my greatest friend “I’M SORRY. I TRIED,” I flinched as his screams of pain echoed around the building. They suddenly stopped and I knew he was gone. Sligs began to leave the room. “I tried,” I whispered, beaten…

I sat up, gasping, sweating. Just a dream, just a dream. It wasn’t happening again. Just a dream. A dream of the worst moment of my life…
I opened the small sack of belongings that I kept at my waist. I fished out the tiny fossil and grasped it in my hand. I would avenge his death.
I placed the fossil back in the bag and slipped off my hammock. It was night. I was about to go outside when I noticed something on the ground. A pile of food. Slurg and fleech meat, and scrab and paramite. Scrab, Slurg and fleech I’d eat. But not paramite, not if it was the last food on Oddworld. There was also a bottle of soalstorm brew with a note on it:

In case you don’t drink brew there is a stream on the far side of the village.

So I left the hut and walked across the village. I looked around the dark village as I did. All the doors where closed. None of the windows where lighted. In the centre of the village a large wood fire was fading down to darkness.
I reached the stream and had a drink of the water. I laid down on it’s bank.
I listened to the noise of the water. I watched as a perog (a miniature, orange hedgehog with spikes that fill with poison when it is scared) waddled past. I listened to the wind in the trees. Before I had been captured and made a slave I had always enjoyed doing this. Other mudokons had always said it was stupid thing to do. But I had always enjoyed it. Listening to the sounds of our world.
After a while I left and went back to the hut. The fire had gone out and the sky was beginning to get a bit lighter. I wondered if Munch had come back yet. I hadn’t seen him since we’d left him in he desert.
I went to sleep in my hammock, not knowing the trouble the next 3 months would bring.

Watca think? And remember, i need some repies before i rite more.