Forest river

It's a green forest. With branches blocking my way. The orange light of the sun, trying desperatly to brake through the branches.

No path leads me, I make my own way. Thorns scrape my bare legs, creating deep indents. My bloody legs go on, my arms pushing forward into nowhere.

I hear a hiss, a familiar one. I stop, grab for my knife. I strike into the air. There on the ground lays the long, thin body, dead.

On I walk. My foot falters, and I fall. Into deepness, darkness. Water floods into my mouth. I swim upwards. But before I reach the top, I fall asleep, deep, unnatural sleep. And I sink, sink down to the mirky bottom.