“…If you have any information regarding these murders or other information please contact your local magistrate immediately. A state of Martial law….”

The voice trailed off as Ambar switched off the radio.

Ambar had the frightening realization he was within the ‘dangerous’ region. Armed with nothing but his machete and his expert knowledge of the neighboring jungles, Ambar resolved that he was in no realistic danger.

An optimistic outlook.

Mythical manhood swinging between, Ambar slumberly swung on his hemp hammock, contemplating the design of the cosmos.

The radio sat in silence.