A/N: So have any of you read the story "You're in the jungle, baby!"? I have! It's wonderful;D It's so descriptive, and the punctuation and the spelling perfectly… It's amazing.

Anyways, the author (whether it's a boy or a girl, I have no idea) gave you the first 3 chapters, and you have to write the rest.

This is my poor attempt. The link for her/his story is below.

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So now that I'm done blabbering, you can now (at least try to) enjoy my story.

Dom and Matt watched as she spoke something in an unfamiliar language, the words strange, and three others – another woman along with two men – came up. The two females began to talk to each other in the same tongue.

"Do you speak English?" the first man asked. After hearing the two women talking in the foreign language, both Dom and Matt where surprised when they realized they could understand the man; so surprised they almost forgot about the arrow the first woman was still pointing at them. Almost.

"Uh… Y-yes," Dom stuttered.

"What are your names?" the woman who was not threatening them with the sharp arrow asked.

"I'm Dom… Dominic Howard. And this is… this…"

"Matthew. I'm Matt Bellamy," the dark headed man spoke for him.

"You will come with us," the first man said.

"He can't walk," Dom mentally slapped himself when he saw the man was angry at his refusal. "Uh, I mean… he's badly hurt and his shin, and I don't think he can walk.

The man said nothing, only walked over to the injured Matt, picked him up, and threw him over his back. A small whimper escaped his lips at the sudden pain.

"Follow," the woman with the arrow said.

They all – with the exception of Matt – began to walk deep into the forest, the women behind him and the men in front, with Dom in the back. Usually, Dom wouldn't be so intimidated by two women, but he was, however, afraid of the arrow he knew was pointed squarely at the back of his head.

The one who was carrying Matt, and who Dom believed was the leader, spoke. "I am Tereis, and this is my brother Oigme. The woman to your left is Anaea." Oh, you mean the woman who's ready to shoot me any moment? Dom thought. "And the one to your right is Polemusa."

Matt struggled to get comfortable on Tereis' shoulder. "Stay still, boy," the latter said. Matt opened his mouth to argue about being called a 'boy', but the look on Dom's face stopped him. Instead, he concentrated on the tall trees and wild ferns that were growing around them.

"Do they… speak English, too," Dom asked, his British accent unfamiliar to Tereis.

"No, only me and one other woman in our tribe. Where are you from?"

"I'm from England. My band and I came down here to play a concert." Dom opened his mouth to continue when Tereis interrupted.

"Who is your band?"

"I play the drums, Matt there, on your shoulder, plays guitar, piano, and sings. My mate Chris, who's back at the hotel, plays bass."

Tereis, of course, had no idea what Dom was talking about, but he was not going to show the blonde just how little he knew about the rest of the world. The only thing he and his tribe knew was well… the tribe. They didn't know anyone else, so when Tereis and his brother, along with their two wives went hunting, they were curious about why someone else would be in their forest.

"Anyways," Dom continued, "Matt wanted to fly over the forest in our airplane, but we crashed in the storm. The pilot was killed, and Matt broke his shin, as you know. I, fortunately, came out ok."

Tereis glanced behind him to Dominic, taking in his puffy, black eye, his bruised cheekbones, and his cut lip. "Yes…" he lied.

He didn't need to lie about knowing what an airplane was though, for one of their own had come in one. Okyale, the only other English-speaking tribe member was a full-blooded Amazon, but had been born in America. She had moved to the rain forest alone when she was only 15.

Dom looked at Matt's sleeping form on top of Tereis' broad shoulders, and gathered the strength to ask a certain question he'd been dying to ask all along. It's not like Tereis would hurt them, would he? He hadn't done anything too bad so far… "Do you think you could help us get out of the forest?"

The four natives stopped walking, and Dom ran right into Oigme, Tereis' brother. "Crap! I'm sorry," Dom rubbed his sore nose.

Anaea, the one with the arrow, immediately felt threatened when the British man bumped into her husband. She grabbed his arm and twirled him around, staring him the eye, and pointing her arrow straight at his face. The foreign language he'd heard before came through her lips, in what sounded to Dom like profanity.

"Anaea," Tereis boomed, before speaking to her in the same tongue, only calmer. She nodded, and muttered out what sounded like an apology. They continued walking.

"So, I take that as a 'no'?" Dom asked, his voice squeaking.

Tereis nodded. "You are a smart man, Dominic Howard."