"I am starting to think that the world wants me dead..." Matthew murmured as he got up from the thoroughly broken tent. People around were looking at him with both amazement and shock, some were even frightened, wondering whether he was a punk or something.
The owner of the tent had his face completely red. He seemed a walking tomato. He was so angry that Matthew could even see smoke coming out of his ears and nose.
'Smoke? Am I hallucinating due to the fall? Damn...' he thought, worried about himself. He didn't remember having hit his head somewhere since he struggled to protect it, but who knows...
'Well, I am not feeling any headache for now. I think everything will be okay. I think...'
"Hey! What are you doing walking away as if nothing happened you bastard!?" The owner of the tent shouted, walking towards Matthew while stomping hard on the ground.
