Oman has been running for miles now and the drone has been in pursuit ever since the shot had been let off.. But Oman was feeling quite confused, he thought to himself that if the’alien bird’ really wanted to kill Oman it would of done so already it must be up to something but Oman went to sure what. 5 minuets has gone and the drone was still flying after Oman, but at this point Oman was staggering,his leg couldn’t take no more. Blood was just pouring out everywhere,if you looked close enough you was able to see parts of his femur.He couldn’t take it anymore the pain was just unbearable.So he came to a stop trying to treat his leg,as he was wrapping his scarf tightly around his leg Oman looked up.He dropped to the floor in shock,Oman was starring in disbelief straight at the drone and it weren’t like the drone was only meters away it was inches away.Struggling to get back up on his feet Oman eventually did so but Omans eyes, they weren’t coming off that drone nothing else bothered him apart from that.As he took a few seconds trying to get to grips with the situation and tiny droplet of sweat fall from Omans greasy black hair and made its way down to his chin.It was just left to hang Oman didn’t bother wiping it off.
Then from out of nowhere there was a sudden noise but neither did Oman or the Drone make any movements.Oman did hear it. It was too loud for him not to but probably just thought it was something minor he has something much bigger and deadlier to deal with at the moment,But then it was again and this time it was twice as loud as the one before. It seemed as if it was getting closer.At this moment of time Oman started to try and look around see where this noise was coming from but couldn’t see anything. Then it happened one last time and this time it was shortly followed by hundreds of men,climbing down the sandy hills howling and screaming.They were all wearing dark scruffy clothes with scarfs hiding there faces and equipped with ak47 and RPGs. Oman didn’t know what to think he doesn’t whether hell feel more safe being confronted by the drone or the men and if the drone could show the same emotions the pilot does then it would be petrified.
Without a warning a bullet flew out from someones gun in the crowd and was inches away from hitting Oman’s head but luckily enough he manged to escape,finding cover under a small dent in the sand.Whilst he was hiding he was clinching onto his hat so tight his hands started becoming yellow and from what Oman could her it sounding like world war 3 was happening just 50 meters away from him.Oman was really terrified and didn’t know what to do but before he could start planning his next move everything went silent.
He waited a couple more minuets just to let things cool down, then he decided to get up and investigate.He tried looking up in the sky looking for the drone and couldn’t find nothing he even looked on the floor and couldn’t find no wreckage. Oman was confused about the whole situation. Coming from behind him was some rattling,he then felt a sharp prick in his neck.It must of been a poison or something strange like that cause as soon as it was inserted everything in Omans body started to fail.Oman had enough time to turn round and see who it was before he dropped to the floor.It was the men.The Taliban. Blurred visioned Oman could see a old man hovering over him with a big grey bad taking photo, but one thing these men didn’t know was that Oman was American but would be able to realize he is if they look through his pocket and they really didn’t like Americans.
Another main event that I believe had an influence on the power dynamics of the group in this story is in chapter 1 when Jack and the choir boys decieded to become hunters
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