Yeah, so this is one that has been bugging me for a while now. Not 100% on where this is going but you are more than welcome in joining me to find out! Yes, the language is the actual Wenja language from the game. If you have a better knowledge of it feel free to offer corrections and yes it is my intention for the language to be non-understandable for the moment.


She slowly blinked allowing her eyes to adjust to what felt like the brightest light she had ever seen.

"Shit, how much did I drink!?" She asked out loud as the pounding in her head started to beat like a drum. Slowly lifting her head she realised she could see trees swaying gently. She rolled onto her side to see where she was groaning as her hand hit the dirt beneath her.

"What the hell!?" She exclaimed coming round enough to realise that she was sitting in what appeared to be some kind of a jungle. Fear began to set in as she realised she had no idea where she was. Not even what country she was sitting in although she was sure it wasn't England going by the size of the trees. Even the grass seemed to be huge!

"Kway hasa ta!?"

"What?" She asked still groggy. Slowly she turned kneeling while shielding her eyes from the light to see who was shouting, coming face to face with the end of a spear.

"Kway hasa ta!?"

She fell backwards in the dirt as the unknown male at the other end of the spear repeated the sentence, thrusting the spear towards her.

"I don't understand" She replied shaking as adrenaline started to pump through her veins.

"His-Hílax shuta Údam?" He shouted before whistling and making a fist.

"I don't un….." Her breath caught in her chest as a huge creature leapt from the grass to stand at its master's side. It was the colour of a lion but at least three times the size with two huge fangs that hung from the front of its jaw. She could have sworn it was a Sabretooth but that was impossible. they were extinct! At least as far as she knew they were!

"Tasha!, Tasha!" He shouted waving the spear upward. THAT she understood and slowly she rose to her feet tears flooding down her face as the full gravity of her situation hit her solidly in the gut. She had no idea where she was other than miles away from her home, she didn't understand the language so couldn't ask for help and now had been captured by some crazy wild bushman.

He stood at around six feet, long greying deep brown dirty looking dreadlocks with a thick long beard. He was unlike anything she had seen before. Dressed head to toe in what looked like animal skins along with some kind of tribal paint. His most striking feature was a huge scar that crossed his left cheek and mouth.

"Hay!" He commanded pointing in the direction behind her. She tried to ask where he was planning to take her but all she could muster was a pathetic whimper. He seemed to soften at her terror and sighed before lowering the spear, giving her a light shove in the direction he wanted her to walk.

She began walking towards what looked like smoke from a small fire and hopefully civilization where she could maybe find someone that spoke English. As they walked she could hear nothing and everything at the same time. She could hear water running in a stream nearby, animals moving in the grasses that surrounded them, the wind blowing gently through the trees. She couldn't hear any horns, sirens, buzzing, engines, planes. Nothing. Nothing of the civilised world she had grown up around. She tried to remember how she had gotten to this place but her head throbbed so badly she could barely manage to think. She felt a huge sob rise in her chest and escape before she could hold it back. It seemed to trigger a grunt in the man that was probably leading her to her death.

Her friends had played practical jokes on her in the past but they had never done anything this bad. As crazy as the guys she knew were there is no way they would go far enough to drop her in some jungle in the middle of nowhere. Especially not near some weird tribe types, besides she had no idea how they could have pulled it off. She wondered if it could be some messed up reality show rubbish she'd gotten caught up in, like survivor maybe, but surely she would remember that!

They had been walking for about an hour, or what felt like an hour, when she could just about make out a small village made up of primitive huts and more people dressed like the man leading her through the grass. As they approached the villagers seemed happy to see him but fearful of her. Many backed away from her, looking her up and down in confusion and disgust. She realised just how strange she must look to them in boots, jeans and a hoody.

He shoved her into some kind of hut made of animal skins. The first thing to jump out at her was the smell, the rancid, rotting smell. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she realised there were human ears hanging from the roof.

"No, no!" She screamed as she whirled around ready to bolt from the hut totally convinced now that she would be killed.

The wild man grabbed her and held her in a bear hug.

She tried to fight him off but his strength was too much.

"Shhhhh, shhhhhhh" He soothed "nay sam hasa shurting ta" he began stroking her hair and continued repeating the shushing until she finally felt the panic subside.

Now that she was calm she could see a woman in the hut staring at her in curiosity and confusion.

"May Údam" The woman spoke softly walking towards her. The woman grabbed at her clothes sniffing them, inhaling her scent.

"May His-Hílax" The woman shook her head.

"Tu kwíd hasa sa?" He asked "Sa doi may warha Winja"

They seemed to be trying to figure something out between them, probably who she was and were she had come from. They seemed to be just as confused as her about what was going on.

"Sayla" The woman spoke slowly holding a fist to her chest indicating it was her name. Sayla then held a hand in her direction seeming to wait for a response but she was too lost in her thoughts to reply.

Looking flustered Sayla shook her own head then looked to the man that had brought her to the hut and gestured towards him.

"Takkar" Sayla spoke again slowly then gestured with a hand towards her once again.

"Carla" She eventually replied.

"Kala?" Sayla mused incorrectly "Tam fa nashman hasa nausual" She spoke to Takkar, the man that had brought Carla to the village.

"Aysh tensaka aysh sakwi fa?" Sayla mused.

"Aysh" Takkar mused with her.

Sayla plucked one of what Carla now realised were necklaces from the roof and tied it around Carla's neck in the way you would an old friend.

"Shlaka" She spoke with a smile holding her fists up to symbolise strength or maybe protection then turned away to continue what she was doing.

Takkar again gave Carla a light push, ushering her out of the hut, along a small dirt pathway between a few other huts and towards a bridge that looked as though it was made from tree branches.

Carla stopped unsure of how safe it was to cross.

"Hay" Takkar huffed exasperated by her fear of everything she seemed to encounter. He stood for a moment shooing her across before crossing the bridge ahead of Carla, stopping halfway and jumping to prove that it was safe to cross.

Carla slowly crossed the bridge looking at the small river below running down from a small waterfall realising she could see the bottom. She had never looked at a river and seen the bottom before, or seen a waterfall. Even if she didn't know where she was she at least knew it was beautiful.

"Gwam, ta sakwa!" Takkar huffed at her once again gesturing for her to follow him. She giggled at the image in her head of him stamping his foot and glaring in the usual bratty way girls sometimes would back home.

Carla continued to follow Takkar until they reached a huge hut with what looked like a deer's head hanging over the entrance. Takkar lifted and held the animal skins aside for her to pass through. She began entering the hut when she found herself face to face with a man wearing what looked like a giant wolf.

"He's wearing a fucking wolf!" She cried falling backwards as the man roared and whooped while jumping around in the hut. Takkar laughed offering a hand to help her up.

"Ta buhata usta am fa." He sighed as he pulled Carla to her feet.


Well there you go, all finished for this chapter. Hopefully, I will have the next one completed soon and we can find out what Tensay is going to do with our girl :-)