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The sweltering heat from the sun was beginning to be unbearable. I could feel the green phlegm emerging from the back of my throat. I had walked a further three miles since I last got attacked. The last time, fabric was ripped from flesh, claws scraping across skin. Hyenas, I think they were, but it hurt too much to think, even now. Sweat dripped from my face; the only source of water available. Blood trickled down my face, stung into place, not by muscle but by pain. It was a start to a long and painful death.

I could not help but wonder, if I had acted differently, would I still be there? Would I have been accepted, finally, as one of them? Or would the colour of my skin always have clouded their final decision? Their camp was a distant speck in the surrounding horizon around me. It was too late to turn back now, too late to turn around and beg for their forgiveness. You could taste the bitterness of their words in the air. "Traitor! Traitor!"

The sound was getting louder and louder. I fell to the dirty and dusty ground, hands covering my ears. I screamed but no one heard me. "Make it stop!", But no one did.

I awoke, to my amazement, to see a vulture before me. It glared with eyes of a predator, full of hatred and delight. Delight of a catch. His claws already dug into my flesh, as if he knew he had already won the fight. "Ha-ha" he said, "I have found my meal". With all my strength I had in my weak bones, I pulled out the dagger from my pocket. In one swift flash of red, he was lying on the ground, dead. Any quick-thinking survival instincts he had were gone but I still had mine, if that was the last thing left.

Another mile. To add to the others that I had already walked endlessly into the wilderness. The cycle of starvation, exhaustion and dehydration now a feature of my existence. The desert was now the only thing I could see; no sign of human habitation anywhere. There was nowhere to turn to, nowhere to secure me in a hold of happiness. What was happiness? BANG! A bullet whipped past my ear, just missing my skull. I looked behind and saw the scowls on the men’s faces because I had not been shot down. They had found me. But how? The roar of the engine from their dirt truck was edging closer and closer. I ran. BANG! BANG! They shot at me again, just missing my legs. I quickened my pace, in a slight hope that it would be enough to avoid capture from them. Why were they trying to kill me? Was evicting me not enough to satisfy their revenge-hungry hearts? And what did Wise Nana have to say about this? Not that it mattered now. BANG! “AAAHHH!” This time, however, they got me. My foot screamed with agony as I fell to the earth. The time had come.

I had never understood why they had not liked me and I was not sure, even now.

“What have I ever done to hurt you?” I expostulated.

“You were always unique and special to Nana”.

“Please, let me go”, I pleaded, “I will leave you and never return”.

“You were always a threat to us, Ama Zee, always. And now you will pay for what you have done”.

 “NO!” I screamed, but time had beaten me. They fired at me and left me to bleed to death to choke on blood.

Red. Red. Red. No, not red.

Black, just black.