I stepped out of my damp cheap tent and into the barren deserted forest. A slightly broken chair lay neatly on the ground. As I reached for my backpack, a Racoon scuttled out of it and into the dense foliage.
Bits of the plane I had crashed there, were strewn in every corner. It had just fallen out of the sky. I was lucky to locate the supply box.
“Help!” came a cry. It was a human, maybe my friend Claude too.I was desperate to find him. I squashed a leaf as I Stumbled to a halt.
It was him.