PROLOGUE: FOOD CHAIN

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The ecosystem was tame, rich, and full of life. The plains of Africa were lush with the sounds of grasshopper buzzard's screeching in the air. Lions perched atop a broad plateau, staring hungrily into the distance and giraffe's grazed from the treetops as a calf peered upwards, anxiously waiting for any scraps of leaves to fall down to its reach. To the north, various hippopotamuses swam in a large watering hole, their mouths gaping as two males fought for a lone female, viciously splashing up water onto the banks, as a herd of gazelle skipped across the tall grasslands and elephants bellowed, sounding their arrival.

"It's beautiful- isn't it," the safari tour guide proclaimed into a CB radio mounted to the dash. His strong South African accent sold the scene even more as a plethora of cheers rang out from the tourists situated inside the vehicle; as they admired the impressive view. The bright rays of the sun shone down illuminating the guide's silver name tag which was fastened neatly onto his shirt pocket. The name: Bomani was engraved in large bold text on the metal surface of the label. Bomani was a fairly older man- in his mid to late forties- his dark brown skin glistened in the overwhelming heat as sweat dripped from his brow; a typical day for him in the African outback. He was dressed fairly casually, wearing a pair of tan khaki shorts and brown work boots, his cotton vest was embroidered with the words: 'Mani Tours' across the back.

Being that he was a native citizen to Divénié, a town in the department of Niari, which was a sub section located inside of the Democratic Republic of Congo; and one of the most serene places on the planet, he was used to the unbearable weather. It had been five years; five long years since he first began his private 'Mani Tours' in the heart of South Africa, and despite the heatwave pounding above him, he had always thought that being an African tour guide had many more perks than it did drawbacks. Not to mention that his love for animals, which began as a young child, had always kept him close to the savannah.

"Welcome to Mani Tours, my name is Bomani Akachi and I'll be your guide into the luscious and tropical world of South Africa. On our journey today, we'll be seeing a variety of animals that call this continent home. From our towering giraffes to our ferocious lions, there's always something to discover in this breathtaking environment."

Near the backseat of the vehicle, two children were fidgeting and squirming in their seats; clearly uncomfortable from the humid weather. "Before we begin our adventure, I ask that you please keep all arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times, and you must be seated while the car is in motion. Once we have come to a complete stop, I encourage you to stand up and take as many pictures as you'd like; although flash photography is strictly prohibited on this tour."

Bomani turned, facing the eager group of tourists; smiling from ear to ear. There were eight of them in total: In the front row was a newlywed African American couple, Jamal and Courtney, who were holding hands and smiling at each other lovingly; clearly enjoying their honeymoon destination. In the middle two sections sat an older man named Chester, who was sporting a long white Santa Clause beard that reached down to his bellybutton; a green and black fishing cap rested comfortably on his head, with a large bass pictured in the center; followed by text below it which read 'Kiss my Bass.' Beside him, an overweight balding man named Joseph wore a gray button up shirt and glasses with visible pit stains underneath both of his arms. He was clearly unprepared for the unforgiving heat of the savannah. Behind them, a younger man with short black hair and jet-black sunglasses was fidgeting with the settings on his DSLR camera; the name Ashton hung from a tag which was wrapped around the camera. Next to him sat a middle-aged woman, Sarah, with dirty blonde hair and tinted sunglasses who was facing the rear of the vehicle; mumbling under her breath to the two kids that were situated at the back of the car. Jeremy, age ten, was rummaging in his pocket for something while his sister Emily, age six, watched on curiously before they were suddenly interrupted.

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