Seconds. Minutes. Hours maybe? What I do know is that I've seen some sunrises and I've seen some sunsets, so in my head I assume that it has to be days. But I can't be sure. I can't be sure because everything seems to be blurring together. The sky. The trees. The muddy brown path beneath my feet. It’s been a while since I've had anything to eat or drink. I've learned to ignore my hunger pains, but my mouth is hot and dry and I'm not sure how much longer I can survive on saliva as a beverage. My steps are shaky. My knees sore. And as I continue walking I tune out all the other sounds in the forest such as; birds chirping, twigs snapping, my own shuffled footsteps. “Ouch!” A sharp pain shoots through the arch in my foot and I halt my steps when I notice that I stepped on a rock with jagged points on the surface. I sit down on the dirt path, lift my foot and examine the damage. My feet are covered in mud and there are barely any spots of my flesh visible. Strips of my skin dangle loosely along the sides and there are some spots where dried blood is mixed in with the mud.
