'Fuck man,' he pushed himself up, his hands and feet sinking into the water.
"I'm soaked…" He looked down at his clothes; they were dirty, wet, everything at this point.
'Mirror movement,' he started moving again.
As he moved around the forest, hours passed by, without him even finding a single clue.
The sun started going down, and he was still moving around; however, he didn't find anything.
'Damn it,' he took a seat on a broken tree to calm his breathing; he was running out of time, and he didn't even know what to do anymore.
'I have to keep moving,' he dashed around again as darkness took over the jungle; he could barely see anything.
"I'm fucked—" He wanted to give up, but he bumped into a gigantic stone wall, nearly mashing his head and breaking his body as he directly hit it head-on.
He fell into the water again, a red scratch appearing on his forehead from the impact.
"Aow," he scratched it then looked up, nearly forgetting what had happened.
