Rodrigo's Fan Fiction Draft

“Where-the-hell-are-we?” Phil whispers as he is slowly waking up, looking around the place. “AHHHHHH!” shouts Alan, his voice echoing in the large, dark room. "Shut up Alan!" angrily responds Stu, not knowing where in the world they are. "But it's looking at me, it's scaring me!"

Alan pulls his sleeping bag right up to his nose, leaving a gap so he could still look at this scary creature.

All three of them are lying next to each other. On the ground. In a sleeping bag. The room is dark, not a noise can be heard apart from their voices. It's a large room but it's empty, its walls covered in wooden carvings of tribal designs. There's nothing else in the room apart from Stu, Alan, Phil, and a big wooden statue, with big wide open eyes and its tongue poking out. "It's still looking at me, make it stop Stu!"

Stu puts his hands on his head, almost pulling his hair in a desperate reaction to the situation. "Not this again.." The back of his head falling back on the pillow, and his eyes looking up to the roof.

Phil gets out of his sleeping bag, stands up, and gets ready to deliver what looks like a leader's speech.

"Ok guys, no point dwelling on what happened or wasting time looking for explanations on why this keeps happening to us. We've done it before, let's do it again. Let's try remember what happened last night and get back to the resort. The most important thing here is getting Alan back in time for the wedding"

As soon as Phil finishes talking, a big door at the front of the room opens.

"KA MATE KA MATE KA ORA KA ORA"
A group of big, scary looking men, walk in the room yelling at the top of their lungs a tribal war challenge.
Bare chested, they hit their bodies with their hands leaving red marks, shouting the words with wide open eyes, they display the scariest look on their faces. "They're gonna kill us!" Alan says to Phil and Stu as he sprints out of the room, leaving no option for the two to run after him.
They exit the premises, running to the end of a driveway which leads to a road.
The three of them breath heavily, their hands on their knees trying to catch their breath back.
"What the hell is going on!" Phil complains with open arms, looking for answers from his friends.
"I am pretty sure that was a Haka" informs Stu, searching his brain for a deeper answer.
"I'm pretty sure that was attempted murder!" responds Alan, receiving a nudge from Phil who's interested in Stu's information.
"Yes a Haka, it's a tribal dance from the native people of New Zealand, the Maori. The New Zealand rugby team performs it before every match"
"I'm not a big rugby fan to be honest Stu, I'm more into musicals"
"Shut up Alan, we're trying to figure out where we are" Shouts Phil, continuing "So what are you trying to say Stu? Are we.. are we in New Zealand?" he asks, almost praying for the answer to be no.
"I'm afraid so"
Phil sits down on the road, arms on his knees, head down. "How the hell did we end up in another country, the wedding's in the Gold Coast for gods sake"

As he looks up he sees a sign, "Whangarei 2 KM"