Lost and Hungry (OPEN)

James Clarke

As he walked his feet started to ache and a yawn over came him. He'd been walking all day. His lips were dry from not having enough water. As he walked farther and farther he grew groggy and found it quite hard to keeps his eyes open and focused. It has been weeks since he had found the last left behind camp and he was running low on supplies. As he stepped over logs and rocks he found slight traces that there may be some form of water ahead. Over time bags had formed under his eyes from the lack of sleep. At night he’d been hearing sounds. When he first started hearing them he climbed franticly into the trees trying to escape them, but he couldn’t tell if they were real of if it was his loneliness getting to him. It was early in the night and the sun was setting. A cold chill ran over his body. Shivering he pulled out a blanket of sorts and he had cut arms and a head hole into. As he placed the make shift poncho over himself he started to think about where to camp for the night and how far it would be until he found water.