Chapter: The greatest sacrifice we could make ...

Chapter 8: The Greatest Sacrifice We Could Make ...
The bomb has already detonated and everything around me exploded: the tank, the Americans, the Greenpeacers, the pickle truck, the street, everything. And I'm in the middle of it.
My friends are thrown from the truck and are injured on the ground. DJ comes to first and looks around. MC and Atze are okay too, but where's Demon / Demmi? She wakes the other two too and they look for me. "Come out, I'll never call you Demmi again either!" Shouts Atze, slightly desperate. (for information: there are four of us in the group, three are okay and I said one of them dies ...) You will find me at the end under the rubble of the tank. Blood is dripping from my mouth, my right arm is broken, and I no longer move. (Kind of stupid to describe yourself how one lies dead there) "I think she bit the grass ... well, it doesn't matter," says MC jokingly until DJ knocks her down and explains to her that it's better in such a situation not kidding."But the story is humor / parody! I have to do that, for Demon's sake!" She complains and takes another hit. "She just made a drama out of it," Atze suspects and they nod. "And what do we do now?" Asks DJ and receives no answer. It must have looked funny: three teenagers stand on a destroyed street in front of the rubble of an American tank and squeeze a few tears out. You don't see it every day.
"I know what we can do: We mourn our victim!" Suddenly suggests a voice behind them and all three turn around, confused. I stand in front of them with a broad grin. "Never do that again! We were worried about you," they yell at me and half-kill me for it. Didn't they think that was funny ?! They really want me to die, right?
"Since you're still alive, we probably don't have a victim," says DJ, but I shake my head. "The cucumber that I used didn't survive ..." I answer and pull out a few small green remains.Then in the evening you saw four young people in the middle of the motorway junction (our pickle truck was just there) digging a small grave for the probably most heroic person in the whole world: the cucumber. On the wooden tombstone was written: "For our best friend. Although you actually belonged to them as green stuff, you were fully anti-Greenpeace-like. Rest in Greenpeace."

Note: We got into the Guinness Book of Records because we were the first teenagers to cover 300,000 kilometers in two months and three days (the two months are our flight).

:;:;:;:; Well, the cucumber made a very big sacrifice for all of us ... you didn't think I was going to kill myself ?! Who am I? I'm not at risk of suicide!
This is where the `` Great Vengeance '' era probably ends. It was planned to do a sequel, where we will deal with SOS Children's Villages ... but it already exists in a slightly different way on my computer ... But I am always open to suggestions!:;:;:;:;