WHAT ARE YOU DOING ZAK?
Sharp blades sliced through the air as I sprinted through the dark black passage. Carrying a massive heavy banana is not easy. Each blade I jumped over, I cringed at the thought of peeling the gold off the banana. If it is damaged, the agency will not be happy.
I awkwardly slide on my stomach to avoid the low stone ceiling. Suddenly I heard a noise outside. But as I looked out of my window into our tiny backyard, I ran straight into a low ceiling.
GAME OVER flashed over my computer screen.
I pressed restart and ran again.
ZAK – YEAR 7