When we finally arrived I was expecting some notes about what I needed to know from the pilot, but that’s apparently not how it worked. When we were above the arena the pilot doesn’t wait, he opens the door and jabs me with a spear. I have no choice but to jump out of the helicopter, otherwise I would be turned into a shish kabob. Luckily though I grabbed the spear and took it with me as I plummet towards the ground. I brace myself for the hard landing, but landing on snow isn’t very painful. When I hit the ground immediately I am surrounded by the icy temps of Antarctica. If I don’t get a warm jacket soon I was going to freeze to death in the first day, which would probably be fine with the mayor. I get up and walk around for a while wondering where the bull is. …show more content…
I climb down into the cave and look around. It’s big and is at least fifteen degrees warmer down here than in the frozen wasteland above. I explored the cave for a half hour looking for all the different crannies. Unfortunately for me though someone else had the same idea of staying down here, that’s right the bull was sleeping peacefully in one of the corridors of the cave. I tried to back away slowly but, of course, I have to step on a fallen icicle. It cracks. Submitting a loud sound in the cave. Immediately the bull’s eyes open and it stares right at me piercing through my soul. The bull stands up and I now realize how nobody has been able to survive the Bloody Bull. This thing was bigger than a Wooly Mammoth. It didn’t look too nice either. It had red eyes and its fur was all black. It’s horns were bigger than I was. I sprint to the entrance of the cave as fast as a 62 year old man could. However, I was no match for the bull’s incredible leg muscles that propelled it at an incredible speed. It burst through the roof of the cave and cut me off right as I exited the cave. I ran in the opposite direction to the wall of the