Jake scrambled in, marveling at the simple beauty. He dripped on a rotten log and fell. He felt a sharp pain in the back of his hand. He grasped his hand over the small wound. When he pulled away, he saw blood. Jake winced and grasped it again.
A tree fell over somewhere. There was rustling and a flock of birds flew above.
A tree fell over somewhere. There was rustling and a flock of birds flew above.
Jake gasped as the pain increased.