Atiaba could hear his friends voice muttering something and when he looked round, Emeroua was on his knees begging. "Are you begging already", Che if olori said, "relax, there is going to be lots of begging to do".
Atiaba shifted his gaze back on his lizard, sprawled lifeless in the carton, it's head squashed and it's color markings painted by a marked stain of blood. Atiaba held carton in his two hands, unable to get up to his feet.