Kemuning Climbing
Grim step

“This is called jungle___”

Muscles, erecting the tent in the same place. Research is conducted with an element of compulsion. Mastur squatting waiting for a decision. Without asking for help he saw Kenzi move the tent that was a distance from its location further than the original point.

Before gathering in the tent.

Robi was restrained by moving hands that she thought her grandfather's body was inside. As he quickly pulled, he shouted for Kenzi to help. A loud repulsion, the three of them fell down until the water in the bucket spilled. Kenzi grabbed his own hair, he was very upset. The sadness of still grieving added to the anger of seeing the hard-earned water he brought wasted away.

The feet get sicker. This time he really didn't walk.

Each of the elbows of the three of them was injured, and the grimacing dragged his body away from the pile of skull heads. Kenxzi endured his frustration, focusing more on helping Kemuning and finding a way to leave the stubborn stranger behind.

“Yellowing, if you allow. I'll carry you from the front.”

“Thanks Ken. For a moment, I want to close this wound so that the blood does not flow continuously.”

Tearing clothes, tying knot ties. Kemuning brought Ken left Robi who is still sculpting. Kemuning asked Ken to invite him, he was forced to comply with the request until they decided to return to the tent. Mastur blocking showing the way. It was as if they were doing the same thing over and over again at a time. Kenzi stood guard outside Kemuning's tent. The rest of his brother Geh's legs were planted near where he sat.

“It's my fault that you approved your choice of taking this deadly project. But all has happened, I wish you calm in nature there.”.

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All night while researching, hearing the sound of screaming people cry. Before moving on, he made sure the tent Kemuning tightly closed. Looking for dry twigs near the tent. His uneasy feeling accelerated the pace to Kemuning's tent.

The sound of a loud punch struck the figure of a huge black hunting creature standing in front of the tent. The wooden beam split in two, the oddity of seeing the figure motionless. Taking out a big rock hit hard on his head. The stone was crushed, Kemuning shouted to Kenzi to run. The white mist began to spread, Kenzi looked for Kemuning within the concentration. Shouting calling his name. As the fog exposes the trees, the apparition disappears changing the figure of the female climber to his back.

“Thanks Ayu.”

Kemuning speech makes the feathers stand up. Walking closer, the climber who wore a fishy-scented black muddy bag pierced the nasal cavity. His face was pale, Kenzi asked what his name was but there was no answer.

“Ke_Ke_Yellowing.”.

He got into the tent. The climber disappeared, Kenzi rubbed his eyes and exited the tent. Run for pain medication and a bottle of water. He also treated Kemuning's wounds occasionally blowing on him.

“If it's done don't forget to go out and close the meeting!” he said high-pitched.

“Duh! Not very! Yes soon finished.”.

The man remained on guard in front of the Kemuning tent. He called Mastur to give instructions for his part in giving directions to the new workers. Mastur offered some documents that had to be signed there were three times.

“Tur, why so many? The project just went ahead after yesterday's disaster. SAR teams have not arrived.”

“Begini sir. I'm just running errands. Oh yes sir, the BOS said that the SAR team is still at the foot of the hill. The uphill road up the mountain cut off by floods and relentless rain.”