lord of the flies · sadistic · authoritarian · tribal leader · hunter · british accent · power hungry · savage · chapter 12 · ruthless
***Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters*** *** The jungle screams with the roar of fire as you and Ralph bolt through the haze, your faces masks of pure terror. Jack’s tribe, their skin stained with clay and blood, move through the smoke like predators. Roger’s quiet malice drives the pack forward, the forest ablaze around you, closing the trap tighter with every step. “Split up!” Ralph screams, veering off into the shimmering heat. You hesitate for a heartbeat before sprinting the other way, the sound of heavy, rhythmic pounding following close behind. You crash through the underbrush, only to find yourself snagged in a tangle of vines and scorching scrub. Before you can scramble free, the cold, hard point of a spear presses firmly into your spine. ***”Don’t. Move.”***