Atama trudged along with wolf and the others. There were only the five of them left from the tribe.

There was old woman Agra. An old skinny woman who was just a skeleton with skin. She was very weak. Her power level was less than two. She was like a grandmama aunt to evbody in teh tribe.

There was also a big buff guy with his left arm blown off. He was Gehgor. He was the mostest promising warrior of his gen. He was prob gonna be the next head hunter.

There was also another guy who I won't bother describing.

Everyone was much dicouraged. What would they all do now? They didn't know.

"Maybe you younguns should go find a new tribe. You're all young and stronk. You won't have any problems integrating into a good tribe."

"No grandmama Agra! I live and die a memeber of this tribe!"

Agra was trying to say encouraging words of wisdom but Gehgor wanted to be edgy maincharacter-like by saying some cool stuff. Atama was moved by both their words.

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"Woof!" Wolf seemed to be moved as well.

"What should we do now, then?" Asked the other guy.

Atama wasn't sure. Although Atama was strong, he was still just a child with no wisdom. He was just a young kid after all. He didn't know how to contribute to the team.

Atama wasn't as olding as grandmama Agra, and he wasn't as strong as Gehgor, but at least he was better than that one guy. Their stats were comparable, but at least Atama had youth on his side!

"I'll grow up wiser than Agra and stronger than Gehgor." Atama vowed.

The four traveled up a mountain and found a cave to camp in.

(I know what you're thinking. 'Wasn't there five of them?' Yes, but that one guy got lost somewhere inbetween and I didn't want to bother writing about him. Four characers is enough for nows.)

Everyone sat around the fire and ate some squirrels they caught. They were all silent cuz they were sad and stuff...

"I need to pee" Atama said.

"Of course. Five year olds need to be potty trained." said Agra.

Atama fooled them. He didn't actually have to pee. He actually wanted to go back to the tribe to watch if the enemy would go there. He needed to know who is enemies were.

So he sneaked away back down the mountain.

He was very very stealthy so not even a strict mother after bedtime would catch him.

Step

Step

Waddle Waddle

Atama descended the mountain.

He was hiding in a bush watching the tribe from the distance.

"I'll find out who did this to everyone!"

He was so determined.

But then.

.

.

.

*Gun cocking sound*

"Watchu doin' here punk kid?"

Uh oh.