About to Recover

"I told you that we shouldn't have come here. This mountain forest and that stupid stockade are all so weird!" The other conscious young man sounded as if he was near tears.

"What's the use of saying all these things now? Try to think of a way to get out of here quickly." The young man, who was the leader, was also anxious. He was also worried and regretted their decisions.

They had acted on a temporary impulse when going there. Then again, this rash impulse of his was not a new thing. He had wandered into deep mountains and forests, sealed and forgotten villages, and other places that were said to be haunted by ghosts. Nothing had happened. Unlike this place, where three people had passed out.

The other friend kept praying to God and mumbling prayers. "Bodhisattva, bless us. Bodhisattva, bless us."

Maybe his prayers worked because they managed to get out of the jungle safely. They immediately found a local clinic to treat their three comatose companions.