Your eyes open slowly, the Sun piercing your pupils like daggers. You shield your eyes with your arm, trying to remember what happened, you glance down by your feet, a log you mustv'e tripped over. You then realise your head hurts like hell, you life your head to find that it had been resting on a rock... great.

Then you remember why you had ran in the first place, too late it would seem. You hear the rustling once more, too close for comfort. You lay completly still hoping you won't be found.