Fiction: Group 3
By the time Camilla woke up, it was the next morning. She
found her
hands bound with a rope in front of
her, and her back tied to a tree. She was in a different place. In the distance, she saw a fading sign:
Huang
Bei Ling village.
There were ruined houses that had collapsed, with bricks scattered around, and huge fields
covered with weeds. It seemed like a deserted village because no one was around.
Camilla tried slipping off the rope but it was too tight. She screamed, “HELP!”
The man appeared. He had his surgical mask off. Above his left eye was a scar. He looked creepy.
“You think you can outwit me?” he laughed.
“Where am I?” Camilla asked, too furious to be scared.
“Y
ou are in Shenzhen,” he said.
“Let me go! This instant NOW!” she yelled, straining at the ropes. In the process, she accidentally set her
phone to recording.
“So what? I just robbed gold worth $40 million from a bank
in Hong Kong, and I won’t let some insolent
child like you get away
.” Then he walked away.
“NO! Let me go!” Camilla shouted.
But no one was there to help her. “Am I going to die?” she thought. Her eyes turned watery.
Suddenly she spotted a wooden stick hidden under some weeds. She used her leg to kick it to herself.
Then she tried to reach for it with her hands. “I can get this…yes!”
she said as she
got hold of the stick
which had small thorns on it.
She kept scraping the stick on the rope until it came apart. She untied the rope. “I did it! My hands are
free!” she said.
Camilla ran around the abandoned houses trying to search for a way to run away. She discovered a river on
the other side of the village. Just when she was figuring out how to escape, she spotted a stranded sampan
next to a willow tree. She sprinted towards it, pushed it into the river and jumped in it.
The man went to check on Camilla. She had escaped! He rushed around and then saw her sampan moving
away. He roared with rage. He jumped into the water and swam after the boat. Camilla paddled with all
her might. The man was getting closer until he almost reached the boat, but it parted away from him.
“NOOOO!!! Get back here!” he yelled.
Camilla kept rowing the sampan until the man was just a tiny speck in the distance.
Hours later, she stopped the boat when she saw houses along the side of the river because she thought that
she might find help there. She left her boat, and jumped onto the grass. “Phew!” Camilla said tiredly.
She saw old farmers with straw hats on paddy fields. They looked like Chinese people in the olden days, still
wearing the traditional mandarin jackets and carrying baskets on their backs.
Camilla followed some loud noises into an old town. Women were selling fruits and herbs. Some old people
dressed in the green military uniforms similar to the Chinese communist leader, Mao Zedong, whom she
saw in a history book. It looked different from Hong Kong.
Camilla walked to a small stall where a man was selling newspapers. The headline read, “RUNAWAY
SUSPECT OF HONG KONG’S BIGGEST GOLD ROBBERY”. Then there was a picture of a man
wearing a mask. “I knew it!” she said.
