Mikey

2 0 0
                                    


 I hear it before I see it; twigs snapping, the rustling of the nearest bush. My head snaps around and focuses on the tiny being in front of me; a little rabbit. It quickly runs away, headed in the same direction it had previously come from. I look up and see a hawk, which is soon blurred as it swoops down to grab the bunny. Turning my head back to the little campfire I made minutes before, I sigh. That bunny was my best bet at getting food; I haven't eaten in what feels like forever.

After separating from my group to take a closer look at a bird, I fell into a hole. I tried calling for help, but nobody responded. A few hours went by and I gave up. Right as I started trying to get out, I saw hundreds of birds flocking away from the North East, going as fast as they could. Even though I went through twelve years of boy scouts, my brain must have been so tired that I ignored all of the signs.

Now I'm more paranoid than ever, just waiting to see someone running after me. You might be thinking, "Mikey, why don't you just leave the rainforest? Go back the way you came?" Yeah, well, as good of an idea as that is, I can't. I'm terrible with directions and remembering which way is which. Normally I prefer to stay with groups, but, being the smart person I am, I decided to leave mine. Though, personally, I think it was for good reason; I had seen a cotinga bird sitting high up in a branch and wanted to get closer to take a photo. Long story short, I wasn't watching where I was going and fell into a hole.

It was weird, honestly. After I fell into the hole, I stayed there for about five hours, unable to get out. Just like boy scouts taught me, I yelled only every five minutes or so; I didn't want to lose my voice. Once what seemed like five hours had passed, I decided it was best to try to get out of the hole. But, just as I was about to be out of said hole, that's when the birds started to come from the North East. I heard the trampling of what sounded like a group of tapirs. Even though I heard that, as I said before, I ignored every sign.

Now I know the truth. Now I know someone is after me.

Rainforest EnraptureWhere stories live. Discover now