[What was this story called again?]

Chapter two

The man escorted him to his base. There were more of them than he had thought...at least fifteen. The man sat down on a creaky wooden chair and pointed to his tribe-mates. "This is Wilb'a (obviously it was Wibur), Pete, jack, sc-...wait...he went out hunting yesterday and never came back."

"What's his name?"

"Scott. He left yesterday and he's not back yet...maybe you ca-"

"Oh please no!'

"I'll come with you" the man insisted.

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"Can't you just let him be dead?"

"NO. We need everyone we can get to defeat our rival tribe."

"Come here...I think I found footprints."