The next day, I woke up to the sound of running. I looked, and I saw Rolf and Kuku running towards me, screaming. I yelped quickly, and scatted out of the way. I looked back, and saw the tool that gored them all: A long pole-like spear.
I climbed up a nearby tree and looked down at them.
"You can die now or later," said Rolf. He raised his spear, poised to throw it at his only target: me.
"But I'm your friend! Remember?"
He hesitates for a split second, and I use that second to throw my spear. It hits him dead-on in the chest, going through him. He fell, and Kuku ran off.
That night I heard of Kuku's suicide. Now there were only five of us. Me, Eddy, Jimmy, Nazz and May.
Who would be next?