Running For Safety
Christopher retreated himself, rushing for his lovely home through the thickets. As he nearly tripped over roots and was swatted by low hanging tree branches, he cursed himself repeatedly for daring to take on such a lethal adventure. He was all alone, with nothing but a flashlight and a camera. There could have been poisonous gas, unseen pitfalls, and perhaps even dangerous individuals, the final threat being what Christopher had twice now been remarkably close to encountering.
Running For Safety
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