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The following morning brought a light rain. Darker clouds to the West promised an impending storm. Because of this, Bray warned the others that, if they could not find adequate shelter on the mountain, they should hide out in the forest. The idea seemed reasonable to the others and they quickly agreed.
Dean, in the meantime, was terribly aggravated at being left in the pit overnight. In fact, to the casual observer, he looked almost ready to kill any unfortunate creature that dared pass nearby. Fortunately, when Roman visited him to inform him of the plan, he was too far below-ground to be able to attack.
Roman cautiously peered over the edge and whistled to get his friend's attention. "Dean," he said, "Last night, we made a plan to get out of here. We're eventually going to end up at the top of the mountain. You should be able to find it. Oh, and, since you've been stuck down there since yesterday, we decided that you should be the distraction."
"Why me, though?" Dean questioned. "I don't have time to plan like you guys did."
"Since when do you plan anything?" Roman retorted, smirking.
"Touché, my friend," Dean replied with a devious grin of his own. "Touché."
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As the rain began to intensify, the natives let Dean out of the pit using a rope. As soon as he was clear of the edge, he knocked one of them down and began fighting viciously. "Uh, I guess that's our cue," Roman announced. "Let's get going."
The Superstars moved as quickly as their sore bodies would allow. Since the hunters had already left on the morning hunt, there was little resistance. The teenage boys of the village ran after them, brandishing dull training spears, but they were ignored.
At some point during the mad dash for freedom, a small group of ragged-looking dogs crossed their path. They stopped and snarled at the Superstars, causing them to pause. "What are we going to do now?" Christian asked. "We're going to get caught if we don't move."
"Maybe they're friendly," Bo suggested. He stepped forward and moved his uninjured hand towards the nearest one. The dog lunged forward and snapped at him. "On second thought, maybe they're not," he squeaked, hiding behind Bray.
"We need to move now!" Jimmy cried frantically. They could hear voices not too far behind them.
"Go," Roman commanded. "I'll take care of this." As the Superstars obediently found another path and continued, he turned his full attention to the dogs and hoped the natives wouldn't arrive.
They stood silently for a few seconds, under a temporary stalemate. Then, one dog lunged ahead and began the vicious attack. Roman was ready and threw it aside with ease. However, he quickly found that fighting five dogs bent on his destruction was not what one might consider easy.
Luckily, Dean came crashing through the bushes a few minutes later. "Seriously?" he asked, plucking a dog off of Roman with apparent deftness. He promptly threw it against a tree, after which it did not move. "We escape and they send us killer dogs?"
"Yeah," Roman said, watching the remaining dogs flee in terror. "Come on; we need to catch up with the others."
"Good plan," Dean agreed, already taking off down the path. "I had a close call with a couple of natives a short while back. We can't stop now." Roman nodded and hurried after him.
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Eventually, everyone reached the rendezvous point on the mountain. Several Superstars' conditions had worsened during their flight, adding a few more scrapes and bruises to their injuries. The storm loomed closer than ever, but Luke had located a small overhang they could shelter under. "Looks like we lost them," Christian sighed with relief.
"For now," Roman noted, carefully nursing a few dog bites. "From here onwards, we are wanted men."
"It could be worse," Bo added. "This could be an active volcano."
"Which we still haven't ruled out yet," Wade grumbled.
The Superstars sat in silence as the light rain transformed into a thunderstorm. Some even dozed off thanks to a combination of exhaustion, boredom, and the sound of rain on the stone overhead. All was peaceful, until a figure suddenly clambered under the overhang.
Roman instantly jumped up to fight off the intruder. "Hold on a second, Roman," the figure pleaded. "It's me; Seth."
"What are you doing here?" Dean growled.
"Yeah, we all thought you were dead," Jey piped up.
"They tried to kill me," Seth said, settling himself against the stone wall. "Luckily, I was able to escape."
"Not so lucky if you really think about it," Dean muttered crossly.
Elbowing Dean in order to shut him up, Roman asked, "How did you know where to find us?"
Smiling knowingly, Seth replied, "I only had to follow your path of destruction through the jungle. It wasn't that difficult."
"Sorry to be cutting in on your conversation," Bray snapped quietly, unsuccessfully trying to push Bo off of him for the tenth time. "But, we should get some sleep. Because we escaped, the natives are bound to be looking for us. We shouldn't stay in one place for too long."
The Superstars lingering in the waking world agreed and slowly began to drift off to sleep. A few of them were concerned about being discovered by the natives, but exhaustion eventually claimed the last of them.