Day Three
After their tasty stew, the Safari Group was ready for a night of rest. All except
Trundle, that is. He couldn't sleep. That soup just wasn't sitting well in his stomach, so he decided to go out for a walk.
There was a loud roar coming from where
Trundle had went which ended up waking up
Tom.
Tom sleepily started wandering over to the site of the roar. He tripped over a fleshy, furry, body on the ground. Upon closer inspection, it was determined that it was
Trundle's body laying in the mud.
This instantly woke up
Tom. After seeing all that
blue blood,
Tom was worried the rest of the Safari Group was in danger. He ran as fast as he could back to the truck to warn them of any potential danger. Unfortunately,
Tom's brain was not fully functioning this late at night. He didn't see the quicksand up ahead. He made a quick stop right at the edge of the quicksand. However, he felt a shove on his back and he fell face first into the quicksand which was now dyed a vibrant
Green.
The sun was now close to rising, and the next to wake up was
VillageDweller. He always loved waking up early in the morning while everyone else was still asleep because that give him time to stare at his favorite travelers. Unfortunately, his favorite traveler was no where to be found.
VillageDweller was starting to get worried. He ventured out into the woods to try to find him. Then he stumbled upon
Trundle's lifeless body.
VillageDweller let out a cry of despair and began sobbing uncontrollably. He heard the rest of the Safari Group start to wake up. He didn't want to be with them anymore if
Trundle wasn't there too, so
VillageDweller went to the nearest cliff and took his life as his
bloody body shattered on the rocks below.
Trundle, the Lion, was slain.
VillageDweller, the Stalker, couldn't stand the thought of being alone.
Tom, the Safari Traveler, was sucked up.
It is now Day Three. You have 24 hours to vote for who to boil.