condensed master

Will Bonner
covered with pine needles, like a continuous hessian carpet, which made walking
easy. With his back to the position of the ship Will headed towards where he
thought the main road to Williamsburg would be, where later on in the morning, he
hoped to find a convenience store. After awhile it became quite warm, and with
his clothes now almost dry, he was beginning to enjoy his new found freedom from
the confines of the ship.
The road appeared quite suddenly, it's presence masked by the density of the
trees which continued to it's very edge. Will looked left and then right, realizing
that he was on a long bend. Wisps of white water vapour rose an inch or so above
the surface, due to the heat from the sun. Looking in the direction of the sun Will
turned his back to it and began to walk north towards Williamsburg, but after
walking for more than two hours he had seen nothing but forest.
There had been no motor vehicles or any other signs of life on the road, and
approaching a fallen tree on the side of the forest Will sat down for a bite to eat,
and to decide whether to go on, or return to the ship. He had marked his exit from
the trees and knew that he would have to get back to the position where he could
sight the ship, before it got dark.
Finishing off his cheese roll he had decided to walk on for about an hour, and
then retrace his steps. Preparing to move off, he became aware of a motor vehicle
approaching, and felt the sudden impulse to run into the forest which was only
yards away. It may be a local, and I could find out more about the area, he
thought. As the vehicle came into view he realized the mistake he had made.
It was a military jeep with four American servicemen inside and within a few
seconds it pulled up amid a shower of stones on the side of the road, some yards
from him.
They were military police and Will swallowed in nervous anticipation. The
driver and front seat passenger were young men around Will's age, but the two in
the rear seat were much older. All were wearing sidearms and batons.
The two older men leapt from the vehicle as though a state of emergency
existed, both were short and heavy types. One had a face that looked as though
it had been trampled on, heavily jowled, with a flat broad nose that resembled a
gorilla. The other looked handsome in comparison, but it soon became apparent
who was in charge. The gorilla man spoke in a rich southern American accent.
"What are you doing here?"
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