Prisoner of the Amazons

Chapter 1 - Intro

Brazil, we are flying over the Amazon by helicopter.

The mission, observe tribes not yet contacted by the federal government.

We are approximately 2300 km from Brasilia, on the dense Amazon jungle.

The helicopter flies low, my pilot trying to locate the tribes.

In the distance we see smoke, a clearing in the jungle. Signs of a camp, we decided to get closer.

The helicopter lowers, we are approximately 20 meters from the ground, flying over the treetops.

We are deep in the jungle, far away have been the areas of operation of the First Capital Command, the Revolutionary Armed Forces, and other armed groups that use the jungle as their hiding place. Here we are flying over virgin forest.

Although we are on a humanitarian mission, the helicopter is armed. We are too far from civilization not to be.

The column of smoke is close, we see some huts in the distance.

Natives look out when they hear the noise of the helicopter. It's weird, they look very tall, even from the air they look abnormal in size for a human.

Suddenly arrows start hitting our windshield. Slit the glass.
Amazon Helicopter

- Impossible! Yells the pilot, we are too far away for a primitive bow and arrow to reach us.

It's too late, a couple arrows dig into the dome and the canopy.

We are losing altitude! Low oil pressure!

- They have hit us! Is it impossible, with arrows, at this distance? It is impossible!

We must look for a clearing in the forest to land in the best possible way.

The pilot heads for the only clearing for miles of jungle, the village in front of us.

We land and semi collide in the jungle clearing.

The pilot is dead. An arrow has pierced it from side to side. I'm the only survivor of the crash land.

This is tropical Mogadishu 2.0, Madness in the Jungle, replay in South America. There is no time to reach the radio. They are too fast. The natives advance en masse from all directions.

The natives are surrounding us, throwing sticks, arrows, rocks, with surprising enormous force against the fuselage. I see how the metal wrinkles with each blow.

This mission has gone too bad too soon, it was supposed to be a humanitarian mission to contact the natives.

There is no time to think, the fuselage begins to move, they have reached the tail.

I crawl into the M60 mounted on the side of the helicopter and begin firing at the mass of natives around us, they seem not to feel the damage, they just keep moving forward like nothing...

They are huge and approaching quickly, I feel like they are moving the entire helicopter from the other side.

A huge woman over two meters tall runs directly to my M60, covering herself with a shield that looks like hammered bronze, the bullets ricochet off sparks.

In a few steps she reaches the barrel of the gun and bends it with her hands as if it were plasticine.

She looks me in the eye and smiles. She has predator eyes, and satisfaction at the same time. I'm lost.

Huge women of great height and muscular mass surround me ...

I feel a strong blow to the head, and I fall to the ground...