On the tent where the three males are tied up, the smell of blood and tainted meat is surrounding the entire tent. Ga is the first person who wakes up from the slumber he was having, he looks confused at his surroundings. The man observes a few decaying corpses in that tent, who are almost alive.


    The man sees how a corpse he is acting like a zombie. He looks horrified at it, not knowing what to say. For one, he feels grateful that thing is almost dead, while on the other hand, he feels like a monster to let this thing be alive since they are still alive but they are not able to come back to their senses (that''s what all the guides of this apocalypse in whole Africa are having written, while other guides presents different things to the biology and anatomy these things do possess). That one corpse, tries to reach Ga, but he is at about two meters distance from him, tied up and his whole legs cut off.


    Ga doesn''t say anything, not a screaming and not anything. He looks at his friends, who are all having a concussion. Their heads look like they got hit by hard wooden maces. But not deep enough to send the victim to God hands or cause any critical injuries, just bleeding on the head.


    "Where are we?" asks Zeny who wakes up and looks scared at Ga.


    "Don''t know." says Ga. "Last thing I remembered was the accident…Malcom… God dammit!"


    Zeny realize what does Ga meant by this. He too, has seen how his leader was stabbed on his chest by a wooden spear who was thrown from a far distance through a strong windshield, and managed to kill the leader. But these people don''t know their leader was transformed into a zombie.


    When Ramy got woken up from his slumber, he looks around and observes the corpses in this tent, who are trying to reach them, but all of the corpses down are either tied up, or are having all their limbs cut from the main body.


    "Where are we?" asks Ramy looking around.


    "This is probably one of the cannibal tribes we have been warned off from Military," responds Ga looking sad at those corpses. "these are probably one of the cannibal ones who are kept in safe by our "authorities". I feel sorry for the girls. If they are still alive."


    "We have to get out of here." says Ramy who tries to struggle for a few seconds but he cannot get out.


    "We cannot." says Ga looking at the door tent. "If the memory serves right, our deputy chefs warned us in these cannibal tribes might be around one hundred members or fewer than that. Some may be natives, or others are people who try to disconnect from the real world. Or something like that."


    "So, we are forced to remain here?" asks Zeny frustrated.


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    "No." responds Ga, he looks at the door tent. "We will wait for the right moment, then we will make our escape."


    ***


    On the next day, a few people that belongs to that tribe who earlier have captured five people, (well, six, if we are including the dead guy by the name of Malcom) are going off from their camp. Around six tribesmen have left the tribe to go hunting, while the other dozen remain in the camp and managing their establishment.


    The dozens of people remained on the camp can be described by the appearances to be either middle-aged men''s, old people or young people in their 20s. They can be taken down by the three soldiers working on the service of Africa Army if they were put in a cage, but when they are tied and wounded… Their chances of success may go down, but not exactly to zero.


    One of the tribe people, an old man, is walking slowly to a corpse as he is holding on both of his hands a wooden bowl that contains water and a rose in it. That old man, after he approached the body close enough, he says something that cannot be understandable by anyone who spoke Nigerian or any other language. This tribe have their own language and their own tradition.


    As the old man continues to speak incoherent, he is putting a few rose petals on the forehead of the human corpse, that has been bitten in the chest by what it looks like to be around six human mouths. The people in this tribe don''t know everything about the zombies, nor they realized last night, they fought a zombie. These people are thinking these entities are seen as lost souls or souls that are demanding revenge, or most likely for them, souls that need to possess a body to gain their vengeance. Their way of thinking may be fascinating for people outside the real world, but for modern people, who have been feed up by zombie''s genre in literature, movies, TV shows etc., are seeing different.


    After the man finished his ritual and throwing the petals to the person body, he looks carefully at the corpse. The old man sees the corpse trying to breathe for a few seconds. Then, in about a minute, the corpse starts to breathe slow. They, he opens up his white eyes. Those white eyes that have lost their colour and life. His skin becoming a green type. Then, that person raises up.


    The old man, in disbelief, he backs away, then, he smiles and he looks on the eyes of the zombie. He yells at him something that cannot be understandable, but it can be interpreted as something that like "God has granted life!". But before he can praise the Lord these tribes believe in, the zombie, after he got up on his legs by himself, approaches the poor old man, and tackles him.


    That zombie pinned the old man down, and without any hesitation, he tears the old man face apart. One bite it took to tear the left skinny check of the old man. A second bite it took to take the lips of that man. And a third bite it took to make the zombie come closer to the cranial box of the old man. Then, the zombie proceeds to make a fist, and it smashes the cranial box to pieces, destroying the last "shield" of the brain.


    The old man dies, as the zombie took his brain and munches on it like it is a goodnight snack after twelve shift hours for a person who works in China industry. The zombie is eating the brain of the old man, not a care to see a young tribesman person charging at him with a spear, and stabbing the back of the thing.


    Seeing the stab on the backside did nothing, the tribesman retrieves his spear, letting the zombie enough time to drop the brain, raise on his feet turn his body around, and look dead in the eyes of the young tribesman. That young tribe member is scared. Scared to face a creature that little no knowledge it is in the tribe culture. That young member of the tribe, holds his spear in a defensive position and waits for the zombie to come closer to him.