After falling for a few seconds I hit a muddy slope. I didn't scream, didn't open my eyes.
I just waited, waited to die.
I rolled down the slope, mud in my eyes, sweat down my forehead.
It wasn't fun.
After rolling down the cliff, I fell into a stream of clear water.
The cold water flowed through my hair and washed the mud out of my eyes.
I didn't try to swim, to get my head above the ice-cold water. I just lay there, waiting for my time to end.
... ... ...
I opened my eyes, one at a time.
Am I dead?
I looked around. I was lying on a bed of leaves with some cooked fish and fruit next to me.
Who did this?
I stood up, still feeling weak.
I took a bite of the fish, perfectly cooked.
I looked at the juicy pink fruit next to me. I had never seen it before. I wasn't sure whether to eat it or not but I didn't even know if I was alive so, I took a bite.
The pink juice flowed down my throat, healing me and giving me the energy I never had. The flesh was succulent and soft, leaving me satisfied and full.
I still didn't know if I was alive and if so, who saved my life.
I looked around, there was no one in sight. "HELLO?" I yelled.
Then, beneath the shadows of the trees, I heard a small, yet clear rustle.
