Lost in the Gobi Desert
German Swiss International School, Alex Manley, Fiction Group: 2
W
e’re lost guys! I can’t believe it, we are lost in the middle of the desert!” Peter cried.
He was in the Gobi Desert with his two brothers, George and Cameron. The
boys had wandered off while on a tour with their parents and now they were
trying to find their way back to the bus. Between them, they just had a notepad,
rope and binoculars. The sun was setting and they needed to find some shelter, fast. They
scrambled together in the sand and shivered as the night grew colder.
The next morning the three boys woke up hungry and started travelling in the direction of
where they thought they had come from. Tired and dehydrated, all they desired for was to find a
way back to their parents. The oldest of the brothers, Peter, was trying to comfort the other two.
Suddenly a big gust of wind came up.
“Sand storm! Get down and close your eyes!” shouted Peter. They dropped down, but the
weight of the storm was just too strong for them. The wind pulled them back and sand blasted
their faces while they huddled together and waited until it was over.
Eventually, the storm ended. They were now even more dehydrated and their bodies were
giving up. Sweat ran down their neck and they had a salt taste in their mouth.
Suddenly, Cameron looked up and said, “What’s that over there?”
“Camels!” shouted George.
Even though it is against the law to steal livestock, they didn’t care, they were desperate.
Using the rope Cameron was carrying, they lassoed a tame camel each, jumped onto their furry
backs and started moving through the desert. The mountains seemed to go on forever. It was still
windy and the camels were getting tired.
Peter was busy looking through the binoculars. Very slowly, the camels dropped into the sand:
it was just too much for them. As the boys went back to walking, Cameron blubbered that they
were never going to get out of this place.
Soon it was nightfall again and the moon was shining above their heads. Their mouths were
dry and they stopped for a nap. Suddenly they heard a hoofbeats and saw group of bandits riding
towards them. They had weapons on their back and looked scruffy and threatening.
“Quick, we’ve got to hide!” Peter whispered urgently. They quickly hid behind a nearby rock
as the bandits rode closer and closer and then passed their rock. Their faces were vicious looking
and each wore a black cloak and carried a sword. Cameron’s heart was beating extremely fast.
Night then turned to dawn. The brothers wanted to give up. It seemed that there was no hope
for them. Peter was thinking about their mum and dad and hoped that they had organized a
search party for them.
On the horizon, George saw a cave in the hills. He shouted to them and they all ran towards it.
Their hamstrings hurt with every step but they were determined to reach the cave. Soon, they
shuffled inside and decided to stay there for the night. Just then, they heard a loud sound above
them. It was a helicopter!
Desperately they ran outside and waved their hands in the air.
Peter called to Cameron, “Hand me the rope! I am going to make sure that they see us!”
He swung the rope round and round his head. The helicopter was about to leave the area when
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