PEACE AND SAFETY
PEACE AND SAFETY He broke away from the group, running madly across the jungle. Some chased after him, hurling spears in the darkness in a bid to slow him down. The whoosh of sharpened sticks in addition to the bloodthirsty cries of his comrades only pushed him more and more, until he was out of sight. “How could he?!” one demanded furiously, “isn’t he the one who rallied us together in the first place?” “Oh my God,” another said, “he’s actually going back!” “Leave him!” another addressed the crowd, “he’s a traitor now. He’s made his choice, and we must stick with ours. Let’s go!” With that, they followed him closely, being guided only by the warm, silver glow of the moon. The man rushed frantically until he got to the damaged fence. He had never stopped to marvel at the beauty of the Victorian-style home, brought to life by flickering orange lights that illuminated the inside, not to mention the delicate carvings on the lawn that seemed more realistic from where he wa