The moment the investigation team confirmed the death of Dennis Rodman, they quickly exited the investigation room and ran to the emergency ward for medical attention."We need an emergency check-up immediately," the inspector said as he entered with his team. A female police doctor, who was alone in the lab running an autopsy, quickly suspended her work to attend to them."What is it?" she asked, turning to them."The suspect, Dennis Rodman, passed out during investigation, and we suspect it's the Kira Virus," the inspector said, panting."Did you by any means use force to make him talk?""No, we didn’t lay a hand on him. He passed out mysteriously," the inspector replied immediately."Okay, go and sit over there, please, and maintain social distance amongst yourselves," she instructed, and the five of them obeyed.She quickly put on a protective kit that covered her entire body to ensure her safety in making contact with them. Then, she picked up a syringe to take their blood sample
The drive from the airport was smooth. Edward got a glimpse of the beautiful city in Africa. The towering buildings, skyscrapers, and exotic cars along the way created a fascinating view. Africa looked stunning. However, these beautiful sights gradually began to fade as they neared their destination.A couple of hours later, the cab arrived at Kanuri Kingdom. "Welcome to Kanuri Kingdom," the cab driver said to Edward.The first place they passed was the village market. People were busy going about their daily lives, trading and interacting with one another. Though it was already evening and getting dark, the market was still bustling, as if the day had just begun. The vibrant African culture was evident in the way everyone interacted. It was nothing like Ashville, where people mostly kept to themselves."Thank you," Edward replied, his attention still focused outside the window, observing everything.The roads became rough, with the driver encountering many potholes as they made thei
As early as 8 a.m., Edward was up. He walked into the bathroom to have a bath, then returned to the room to start dressing. Today, he was leaving for his first adventure in searching for blackwood leaves. He saw it as an adventure, imagining the risks he was taking to find them.He wondered how he had woken up on his own without hearing a knock from a waiter. Hotels in Ashville would usually bring breakfast to the room at 7 a.m. sharp, and dinner every night, but it seemed things were different here. Maybe it was just a place to sleep over and nothing more.A few minutes later, he finished dressing, picked up the things he’d need, put them in his bag, and headed out.“Good morning, sir,” the female receptionist greeted him as he appeared.“Good morning. I’m heading out,” Edward said, handing her his key.“This early? What about breakfast?” she asked.“Well, no one served me breakfast,” he replied.“Oh, sorry, sir. I can go get it for you if you want. You just need to give me money and
Seeing the angry youths surrounding him, Edward began to tremble in fear. He knew he had been busted, but what he couldn't fathom was where all these youths had come from. This place was isolated just a few minutes ago. How come there were a hundred people here already?"Who are you?" one of the youths asked, his head covered with a red beret. He was the leader of the group, standing in the middle of them."I... I... I—""Speak, or we’ll slit your throat, foreigner. Who are you, and what are you doing in our secret temple?" he asked again, this time raising his cutlass as the rest did the same.Edward was confused about what to say. He knew that revealing his true purpose could get him killed or thrown in prison, just as Donald had warned him. He had to come up with a believable lie to clear his name."I—I’m sorry. I'm a tourist who came to explore this place. I have no bad intentions at heart," he said, faking a smile. The youths exchanged glances, communicating in their local dialec
They arrived at the prison yard some minutes later, and Edward was taken to a particular office in the prison center. In the office, the people who had brought him explained something to the officers in their language, which he couldn’t understand. Afterwards, he was stripped of his clothes and taken to a prison cell with just his boxers on.Edward was surprised at the way they handled him. They didn’t even hear his side of the story, let alone give him the chance to get a lawyer. In his prison cell, there were about a hundred people. Amongst them, Edward stood out. His skin color, hair, and everything about him was different. The prisoners stared at him like an outcast, communicating with each other and laughing. He knew they were gossiping about him. Some tried speaking to him, but he couldn’t grasp what they were saying since they spoke in their language.There was limited space in the prison. It was small and stank awfully. In the cell, they defecated and urinated on the bare floo
"How do you mean I can get out of here with money?" Edward asked."Because you are in a corrupt system. With money, you wouldn’t even need a lawyer. Just pay the police, and they’ll let you go, though under some conditions which I can help you with. I can help you get free, you know?" Muktar said, and Edward narrowed his eyes at him."You can help me out of here? But what about you, though? If you have the power, why are you still in here?" Edward asked, and Muktar smiled."Mine is a long story... I was actually convicted of a crime I was guilty of and sentenced to 20 years imprisonment," Muktar said."Tell me what you did. I want to hear it," Edward asked.Muktar explained how he was convicted for robbing an old man in the village because of money. According to him, the old man was an uncle who had illegally taken his dad's wealth when his dad passed. He reported the case to the police but didn’t get justice because the man bribed the police. Then, he decided to take matters into his
"But he said he broke into his uncle's house. So, who exactly were the people killed?" Edward asked."Well, he didn’t lie. The people killed were his uncle's son and his wife, who still lived with his father. It’s reported that he tried to escape after the shooting, but he was caught by a local vigilante on duty that night and handed over to the police.""So, does that mean there’s no way to help him out?""There’s a way. From what was stated here, he wasn’t the one who pulled the trigger. And the person killed is also a wanted criminal. If we can locate the person who did it, we might be able to set him free.""And how can we find that person?""The vigilante knows who they are, and he’s hiding somewhere. If we offer him a reasonable amount, he might expose the real shooter, and your friend can go free.""And how much would that take?" Edward asked."Just 300 rands," the barrister replied."Done. Just make sure you get me out of here first, then we can deal with his case." After gat
Edward was escorted out of the field towards the police counter, where he reached for his wallet, brought out some cash, and handed it to the inspector. "Now, can I have medical aid?" he asked, watching as Haske smiled while receiving the money. Edward was taken to the medical center, where the doctor attended to him. There, he discovered that some people actually bribed their way out of hard labor in prison. Had he known earlier, he would have paid and remained in the cell while the rest endured the labor. Somehow, he still felt pity for the other prisoners. He stayed in the medical center until nightfall and was then returned to the prison. Upon entering the prison, he noticed that half the prisoners were asleep, while those awake were leaning weakly against the wall, including Muktar. At the sight of Edward, Muktar quickly stood up and approached him. "Hey, how's your leg?" he asked. "It's fairly okay. I can see y'all are tired." "Yes, the work today was tedious. We w