Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
on Mars By JACK SHARKEY Somebody had to get the human angle on this trip ... but what along to write up the first trip to Mars. He was always getting me things like that—appearances said as much to Lloyd and he told We've found Kroger and Pat, with the help of the aliens. Or maybe I should call them the Martians. Either way, it's better than what Jones calls them. human slant on things." they want the easily. When we came upon them (a group of maybe ten, huddling behind a boulder in ambush), he stream, and picked us all up and took us into a hole in the cliff wall. The hole went on practically forever, asked me what the hell I kept writing in the diary for, did I want to make it a gift to Martian archeologists? But I said where there's life there's hope, and now he won't talk the lichen I'd seen, but he just said a short and unscientific word and went to sleep. There's a Martian guarding the entrance to our cave. I don't know what they intend to do with us. left us here, and we're out of rations. Kroger tried talking to the guard once, but he (or it) made a whistling kind of sound and flashed a be, or else). There are five of us on board. A pilot, co-pilot, navigator and biochemist. And, of course, me. I've met all but the pilot (he's very to the far edge of the water and looking at us and whistling at each other. A little Martian came near the edge of the water and a larger Martian whistled like crazy and busy today), and they seem friendly enough. Dwight Kroger, the biochemist, dragged it away. "Water must be dangerous to is rather old to take the "rigors of the journey," as he puts it, but the sending a green scientist who could stand the trip or an accomplished man who would probably not survive, crazy, that the little island we're on here underground is bordered by a Jones (that's the co-pilot I didn't quite catch his first name) is scarlet-faced, barrel-chested and gives the general appearance of belonging of scales. The Martian whistled furiously and went away. When the The navigator's name is Lloyd Streeter, but I haven't seen his face island before he made the far side. Sure is a swift current. and then calling numbers over a microphone to the pilot. His hair is red and curly, and he looks as pen on the maps, and now I'm busy." Kroger tells me that the pilot's name is Patrick Desmond, but that I can call him Pat when I get to The Martians are made of sugar. Later, same day Captain Desmond to me. I haven't the vaguest idea what he looks like. He was already on board when I must be like Terran (Earth-type) metabolism, only with no pancreas to make insulin. They store their said that the Martian metabolism their bodies isolated carbon from something (he thought it might be the moss) and combined it with water) to make sugar, a common carbohydrate. Like plants, on Earth, he said. Except, instead of using special cells on leaves to form carbohydrates as Earth plants do in photosynthesis (Kroger spelled that word for me), they used the first name) has been up with the pilot all day. He passed my room on the way to the galley (the screen, and they still need it for steering or something. I still haven't met the pilot. October 3, 1960 Well, I've met the pilot. He is kind of squat, with a vulturish neck and close-set jet-black eyes that spoke to him, and it sounded like Flants. That can't be right. Also, I am one of the first five Jones got the rifles out of the stream (the Martians had probably thought they were beyond recovery Kroger. He said there was a good chance of lichen on Mars, and I what on Mars?" and tell what we've learned about Mars (we know there are Martians, and they're made of sugar). "Why," I said, "can't we just tell it on the radio?" "Because," said Pat, "if we tell He wrote something in the ship's log, and I saw his signature. His name is Fleance, like in "Macbeth." Lloyd wants to play chess again. Jones and Pat are up front watching . Kroger says there are two baby Martians loose on board ship. Pat told him he was nuts, but there are certain turned scarlet, suggested we radio Earth for instructions. We can't. Here we are, somewhere in a void headed for Earth, with enough air and water left for maybe three days—if the Martians don't take Martian reproductive processes. When he told Pat, Pat put it to a vote whether or not to jettison Kroger had only studied them, and Jones had brought them aboard. So Kroger stays, but meanwhile Jones says he'll go down spitting. the carbon in the AFAR system. We'll have to try it, I guess. The Martians disappeared. One minute it was standing there, tall and silvery, the Kroger says the Martians must be intelligent, otherwise they couldn't have guessed at the carbohydrates next instant it was gone. Turned on my radio pack and means so are the Martians. seemed to be, even when it wasn't in view, and meantime they'd come out after me in the jeep, following my footprints. Started walking back, and the disappeared, but I kept going. Finally saw the real ship, and Lloyd and Jones waving their arms at me. The air is too thin to carry sound well. All at once, something gleamed shooting at me with their rifles. That's when I heard the noise behind around, but finally Jones and Lloyd Worse and worse . Lloyd caught one of the Martians in the came running over, and I got up enough nerve to look. There was themselves, spaced considerably farther apart. Pat says at least our vector will carry us to Earth and we can die on our home planet, which is better had a tail. It was two heads taller than you." He shuddered. "Ran off than perishing in space. Earth in sight . The other Martian is still with us. He's where "Where," said Jones, "are Pat and government had a choice between a while, and they veered off from my trail and followed another, very Lloyd had taken a shot at the scaly toward the ship. There wasn't anything on the radio but static. appearance is. And Jones says, "Who knows what's 'menacing' in an alien?" We're going to look for Kroger and Pat today. Jones says we'd better you know the rest of the story, about how that destroyer spotted us and got us and my diary aboard, and towed the rocket to San Francisco. News of the "captured Martian" leaked out, and we all became nine-day wonders jeep, but no Kroger or Pat. Lots of those big tracks nearby. We're taking the jeep to follow the aliens' tracks. There's some moss around here, on reddish brown rocks that on a Martian. So last week we found out, when those red-scaled things began clambering fast river that goes into the planet. The point is, bullets won't stop these things, and wherever a crystal falls, a new Martian springs up in a few weeks. It looks like the five of us have abetted an invasion from Mars. Needless to say, we're no longer heroes. Going down was Jones' idea, Lloyd for a week. Jones was picked here is hard-packed and damp, and there are normal-size footprints mingled with the alien ones, sharp and clear. The aliens seem to have six or seven toes. It varies from print to print. And they're barefoot,

<question>:
Why do Lloyd and Jones shoot at the narrator?

<options>:
A After almost 9 months trapped on the ship together, the entire crew wanted to kill the narrator.
B Lloyd and Jones were hallucinating and thought the narrator was an enemy combatant.
C Lloyd and Jones were trying to scare the narrator.
D There was an alien lifeform following the narrator.

<answer>:

D