The Dangerous Game: A Fictional Narrative

At first Rainsford thought it was General Zaroff, but the person who was coming through the trees was a friend. “How did you get here?” asked Rainsford.

Whitney was startled when he saw someone perched in the tree. “Rainsford?” he asked. “Is that you? I thought you died in the shipwreck.”

“Whitney, keep your voice down! Rainsford whispered. “What shipwreck? You don’t mean our boat do you?”

“Yes, our boat. It crashed into a large outcropping of rocks late last night. I’m not sure if any of the crew survived. They were all sleeping down below in the cabins. Luckily, I was still awake and heard the sea breaking against the rocks. I tried alerting Captain Neilsen, but it was too late. I only had time to get on the deck before the boat crashed--”

“Whitney!” Rainsford said. “Slow down. I’m sorry about what happened, but we have even bigger problems now. There is another hunter who lives here. His name is General Zaroff.

He is trying to kill me. He got bored with hunting animals so he hunts people instead. He has made a game of it.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Whitney.

“We are going to do the only thing we know how to do. We are going to hunt.”

Whitney had not been able to salvage

Rainsford covered Whitney’s lifeless body with leaves and flowers and started walking to clear his head. He either had to find a way to hide for two more days or he had to kill Zaroff. Before he could make up his mind about what to do, General Zaroff sprang out of the bushes in front of him with the swiftness and agility of a jaguar. Rainsford was caught off guard. His mind was racing and his only instinct was to run. Rainsford ran as far and as fast as he could. He felt like a coward for backing down from a fight, but he felt different about killing now. He certainly didn’t want to kill a person. He ran until his legs were on fire and the ground dropped down to th“Game