I woke up in in the discomfort of a bush. I don't remember anything. i sighed and heaved myself off the ground. It was soggy and still drizzling. Where am I? I stood up, looking around to see where I was. There weren't any sighns or telephone wires... Just trees and leaves. I started walking in the direction where I thought the forest was the thinnest. What kept going through my head was How did I get here?. But the other voice in my head responded with How did you get here. I was having a right argument with my own brain. This made me chuckle. So, I walked on. I saw my coat lying a couple of metres away from me. I ran up to it, realising it was dripping wet. Frowning, I twisted and turned it to try get as much water out as I could. I looked around again, gathering in the surroundings. But all I came up with was that I was in a forest.
I searched my coat, in case my phone was there, so I could call for help. No phone. No wallet. Was I robbed? I reached for my face with my hands, which were covered in mud, the mud was dripping making loud splats as the drips reached the ground. I wiped them and felt my face, took my hands back off and I saw they had turned red. This made me confused. Were my hands red before? I wiped them and felt my face again. It was a cut. Fuck I'm such an idiot. Has something hit my head? I am so confused! I felt for the cut again, locating it carefully, it seemed to go straight down the left side of my face... like a scratch. A big scratch.
I stood up again, deciding where there is less trees before heading that way. I made a mark on every large tree I saw with a big stick, in case I went in a circle. I walked on, not seeing much apart from trees and leaves and a few mushrooms and a few wild strawberries. This made me notice how hungry I was, I gathered as many strawberries as I could, picking a few edible mushrooms along the way, thinking I could find a few stones and make a fire to cook them.
Gulping down strawberries, I walked on. A couple of squirrels ran past as fast as the wind and before I knew it, they grabbed onto a tree and were gone. I found one of the rocks that make fire. But there was oen problem, there was only one rock... If I could only split it into two... I found a hard stone area in the forest and threw the rock at it as hard as I could. It made a loud bang as it touched the rough stone, I heard the noise of bird's wighs flapping away at the sound of the collision. It made no effect. I grabbed another large stone and whacked the rock with it. It crumbled into three big pieces, but many smaller ones came off too.
I rubbed the rocks together after I gathered sticks for my fire, little sparks flew and hit my wound. It was agonising, I fell onto the floor and grabbed a few soggy leaves to cool the burn. I found some thin twigs and made a mushroom kebab. I chuckled at my invention. I ate the mushrooms, enjoying the taste. I saved a few of them in case I got hungry later on.
