On cue, the two men turned to our direction and pointed at us, then another voice asked.
"Why are they not asleep?"
"They refused to sleep boss," the conductor responded and narrowed his eyes at us. "The powder worked on all but them."
I looked around and all I could see was dense foliage…trees on all sides and nothing else. There was no sight of civilization. The man with the matchet advanced toward us and the matchet kissed the floor this time as he moved with the blood trailing behind him and the ear-splitting noise made as it moved on the concrete floor. He had a smile on and through the faint light provided, I could see blood on his teeth. Does he drink the blood of his victims? "Striker…" the conductor called and the matchet man halted then turned his head anti-clockwise a bit to listen to him, "let us check with baba first…if he has completed the rituals with the people we brought here initially."
