zinda murda

...the  evening  had passed in may, it was eight thirty , they were on their way  , there was enough spare time , they. Carried with them  a coffin and four shovels in their slow moving green van , the colour of the sky changed , as it began to rain , they had come without michael yesterday

Are we there asked jack like a child

 Just about there  answered robu who was driving  and was less drunk than others, they had crossed three  bars on the way out of four

We will be there shortly josh spoke , a deer was seen crossing the road in the headlights , the road  lead towards the jungle, now they crossed a small white cottage , michael lay unconscious on the back on the floor , i should take one more drink,  his tongue stumbled words falling on each other , had he used his brains he would still be  sane and conscious