Run for it.

Alice bolted. She knew the beast was spent and that she had served her purpose for now. She legged it to the opening, dived on her stomach and slide up the passageway towards the night air. Behind her the red thug rumbled in protest but did not seem to make active attempts to chase her down.

The cliff edge came more suddenly than Alice remembered. Desperately she grasped at the vines which grew down the cliff face as she tried to stop herself plummeting down hundreds of feet and to an unpleasant, bone crushing ****.

Even as the red thug began to make more noise back the cave behind her she heaved on the vines and began to pull herself up. The climb was made no easier by the fact that much of her clothes were still down around her ankles.

Alice made it to the top of the cliff before she saw any sign of the red thug. There was time to dress in the ruins of her clothes and dust herself off.

The jungle felt different at night. It took only seconds for the sounds of chanting to echo in from the west. Carefully, taking no chances, Alice ducked her head down and explored in that direction - keen to leave the cliff and the monstrous red cock behind her.

A few minutes later Alice found herself watching half-naked men dancing in a jungle clearing as she hid safely in the bushes. The dancers where dressed in wolf-skins as they leaped and whirled around a central bonfire.

At the far edge of the clearing there was at huge tree, unlike the others nearby. As she watched the wild dancing, Alice was able to witness that now and then once of the wolf-tribe would return to the tree and vanish out of sight behind the trunk.

Moving carefully and it with practised grace, Alice snuck around the clearing. She was pleased that her skills in stealth were good enough to navigate the jungle without these savages noticing her - she would just have to make sure she stayed clear from the many snakes and poisonous bugs that made their home in the undergrowth.

Alice was surprised by what she saw. At the base of the huge tree and guarding a rope ladder that seemed to reach upwards towards the jungle's green canopy was a purple and four armed man. The alien was armed; not only was he dressed in black armour but he wore pistols and swords at his side.

Pistols! Technology! Perhaps there was more to thing jungle than Alice had first feared.

"You there," the purple alien called out in Alice's direction. Damn! She thought. She'd gotten careless and had been spotted.

There was nothing for it. She stood up and stepped forward.