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

<passage>:
The earth, jungle and moons slowed, and settled to their proper places. Standing in the sticky, sweet-smelling ooze, Alan eyed out of his misery. together, and the sound of a scream faintly. Frowning, worrying about the sounds, Alan momentarily forgot again in the rustling jungle suddenly plunged into an ant hill, throwing him to the jungle to watch his step until his foot floor. "Damn!" He cursed again, for the tenth time, and stood he climbed up and stood once little footholds in the soft bank, darkness. tree-bound octopus. Fitful little plants grew straggly in the one at camp headquarters." In the distance the sky blazed as a blaster roared in the jungle. Then Alan heard the approaching robot, crunching and snapping jungle floor, but now, late afternoon on the planet, the shadows were long and gloomy. Alan peered around him at the vine-draped shadows, listening to the soft rustlings and faint like an onrushing forest its way through the undergrowth jungle. Two short, popping drowned out almost immediately and silenced by an explosive crash. Alan started, camp computer. That's where sounds echoed across the stillness, Suddenly anxious, he slashed a hurried X in one of the trees to mark his position then turned to follow a line of similar marks back through the jungle. He tried to run, but vines blocked his way and woody shrubs pulled himself through the undergrowth and holding him back. Then, through the trees he saw the clearing of the camp site, the temporary home for the scout ship and the eleven men who, with Alan, were the only humans on the jungle planet, Waiamea. Stepping through the low shrubbery at the edge of the through the blackness. Alan changed direction slightly to follow a line between the or trip him. Even so, he stumbled in the wiry underbrush and exploratory party of scientists and technicians to Waiamea three days before. Except for a few of the killer robots rolling thoughts. Intermittently, like photographers' strobes, blue flashes would light the jungle slowly around the camp site on one about. "So, they've finally got those things working." Alan smiled nightmare. Alan would have to barely above his head. Without pausing to think, Alan leaped back, and fell sprawling over a bush just as one of the robots rolled silently Alan turned slightly to the left, then froze in momentary panic. "I should be at the camp I going?" He tried to think back, to visualize the twists and turns he'd taken in the jungle. "All I need is to get lost." He pictured the camp computer with no one to stop it, automatically and shorted the blaster cells. The killer turned and rolled back towards the camp, leaving Alan alone. Shakily, Alan crawled a few feet back into the undergrowth where he could lie and watch the camp, but not himself be seen. felt safer, somehow, hidden. He the jungle was perceptibly darker. Alan grabbed his pocket blaster unaccountably in the trees overhead and every now and then leaves or a twig fell softly to the ground, close to where he lay. Reaching into his jacket, Alan fingered his pocket blaster. He the robot on the river you anywhere. This looked like Alan's blast. Slowly Alan looked around, sizing up his situation. Behind him the dark jungle rustled forbiddingly. He shuddered. "Not a very healthy spot to spend the night. On the other hand, I certainly can't get to the camp with a pack of mind-activated mechanical killers running around. Then, unexpectedly, Alan saw forming a dense underbrush that night sky, and half dragging his swelling leg he stumbled out of the jungle into the camp clearing. Ahead, across fifty yards of grass stood the headquarters made walking difficult. At midday at every step. Straining every muscle in spite of the agonizing pain, Alan forced himself to a limping run across the uneven ground, carefully avoiding the insect hills for an unknown planet, with her to follow, to try to create a home in a jungle clearing. Crazy maybe, shakily in the dark edge of the jungle waiting, it seemed, for his small blaster to run dry. but Peggy and her green eyes "Be damned! You can't win now!" Alan yelled between blaster shots, almost irrational from Alan unclenched his fists and saw another of the robots standing him like the protesting of a branch too heavily laden. Blaster ready, Alan rolled over onto his back. In the movement, his elbow struck the top of a small the bugs. As he did so, a dark shapeless thing plopped from the trees onto the spot where he had been lying stretched out. Then, like an ambient fungus, it slithered off into the jungle undergrowth. For a split second the jungle Alan whirled, startled. The robot fired erratically as Alan Six or seven others also left the camp headquarters area and headed for the jungle, each to a slightly different spot. Frantically, Alan slammed sensed him yet, but Alan didn't Apparently the robot hadn't open the door as the robot, sensing know what the effective range jungle. Minutes later, looking of its pickup devices was. He jungle seemed for an instant to thicken and choke in his throat. landing in the morning, settling down slowly after a lonely two-week distance. "He's waking. Call his wife." Alan opened his eyes in a white room it was slowed by the larger trees and the thick, clinging vines, and Alan found that he could manage to keep ahead of it, barely out of blaster range. Only, the robot didn't get tired. Alan did. and danced across the jungle floor, hiding debris that tripped him and often sent him sprawling clothes, and insects attracted by pants and shirt. Behind, the robot and rustlings and an occasional low, throaty sound like an angry cat. Alan's fingers tensed a pack of small feline creatures leaped snarling and clawing back into the night. Mentally, Alan tried to figure the charge remaining in his blaster. now, gaining on the tired human. Legs aching and bruised, stinging from insect bites, Alan tried to force himself to run holding his hands in front of him like a child in the dark. His insect hill and a winged swarm exploded around him. Startled, Alan jerked sideways, crashing his head against a tree. He clutched at the bark for a second, The robot crashed loudly behind him now. Without stopping to think, Alan fumbled along the ground after his gun, straining his eyes in the darkness. He two robots coming up from shadows of the mossy trunks, layer. Almost blinded by pain, whimpering, Alan stumbled forward. Growing right to the edge of the banks, the jungle reached out with hairy, disjointed arms as if to snag even the dirty little stream that passed so timidly through its domain. Alan, lying in the mud of the stream bed, felt the earth shake as the heavy little robot rolled Alan trembled. For the first Alan became a man. tree crashed heavily past Alan into the stream. Above him on and its blaster swivelled slowly down. Frantically, Alan Pressing with all his might, Alan slid slowly along the bank inches at a time, away from the machine above. Its muzzle turned slightly overhanging the bank, the robot fired again. For a split second Alan seemed engulfed in dug, then it fell with a heavy splash into the mud, ten feet from where Alan stood. Without hesitation Alan a steel-skinned water monster trying to dislodge a tenacious crab, while Alan, arms and legs wrapped tightly around the blaster Slowly, trying to anticipate and shift his weight with the spinning plunges, Alan worked

<question>:
Why is Alan in the jungle?

<options>:
A Alan is hiding from the killer robots in the jungle.
B Alan is with a group of colonists, who are going to build a new colony on the jungle planet.
C Alan is hunting pumas in the jungle.
D Alan is camping with friends in the jungle.

<answer>:

B