Free A Survivalists Tale by James Rafferty

trucks and jeeps were well on fire, I then started to shoot the ones running towards me. I just kept shooting and saying this one is for Ian this one is for Paula and this is for Dave and Margret and so on. I heard even more shooting coming from the camp area and thought they were almost on me how come they kept missing me I could feel my clothes being hit but felt no pain so they were rubbish shots. I heard more trucks arriving and thought well it was nice while it lasted, these fuckers had brought machine guns, not fair not fair at all. I could shoot more of them but night was falling pretty damb fast, then Carol was grabbing me and shouting something but I couldn't hear her as the thunder was growing louder in my ears. I tried to give her a telling off as she was supposed to stay and keep the team safe, I loved her but she would be the death of me and then someone turned off my lights. I remembered coming to on the back of a truck and thinking the poachers have got me, so I tried to get up so I could kill them but they just held me down and before passing out again. I heard one of them laugh, well he wouldn’t fucking laugh when I woke up again, I would tear off his head and shit down his neck. I then heard more laughter and passed out big time,
    I came to and wondered what the fuck was happening to me, I was laying on something and all I could see was a floor, well a carpet, a crappy light brown carpet. I wondered what the fuck happened, have I been taken by the poachers, if so this was a kind of weird torture, mind you they weren’t doing that bad for I was in unbelievable pain. I tried to move and let out a groan of pain instead, then a female voice said I wouldn’t move boss man or you will undo the surgeons good work so far and believe me you have pissed him of enough. I said I recognise that voice, what the hell happened Pat are the team safe, she told me yes, the rest of the team is safe all bar you that is, what the fuck are you banging on about woman. All will become clear if you are patient, then she gave a snort, of course that would be another miracle, maybe one too many, Pat will you just tell me what the hell happened. Just then she must have laid down on the floor, for I could see her now, looking up at me, she said that’s better I can’t stand talking to a bare arse. I said Pat my arse better not be bare or when I do get up from here, I will be kicking yours and the fucking doctors. She smiled and said only kidding boss, now here is what happened, you have been shot eight times twice in the head, so you have nice type of solid plastic plates attached to your skull. The other six got you in different parts of your chest area, before you ask you should be dead well eight times over, even the doctors can’t work out how you are still alive. You were put into a coma as soon as they got you in here and have been in one for over five months, people all over the world have been sending you gifts and get well cards. The five who died have been buried and some cremated and their families have all been to see you and wish you well, the woman called Margret I believe was a Quaker and her people took care of her funeral and she has become some type of important person in their religion a saint or something. They have been gathering in their communities and saying prayers for your recovery, mind you so has by the sound of it half the bloody world. I have been doing the PA job you hired me for, the rest of the team have been here on and off for months and a certain lady almost blacked my eye for me when I told the doctors family only, she said the team has become your family.
    By the way you might want to know they rounded up all the poachers and the white men who were behind it were killed by some rocket toting nutter, but they found the buyers and the rest of the criminals behind it and they were convicted of murder in the second degree or whatever the Africans call it. The upshot is they are spending the next