The two of us decide to play a game of Frisbee. We toss it back and forth a few times, until I run straight into the fence trying to catch it. Xnx I start looking around frantically. “MARK!?”
My heart is racing. “MARK!?”
I begin to walk in the direction I thought I came from. “MARK!?”
The air is thick and hard to breathe. “MARK!?”
The ground is muddy with vines in it making it more and more difficult to walk. My legs are quickly getting tired. “MARK!?”
I stop short, suddenly realizing that my distressed screams might be a beacon for predators. I take a wide stance, holding the bright pink Frisbee as menacingly as I can. I look around in all directions, trying to watch for eyes looking at me. I turn back to the direction I think I was just going in and take a step to run.
