Kane woke up abruptly, drenched in a cold sweat. Lacking knowledge of time, place, and circumstance, he still knew that he must run. He could feel them approaching.
Coursing over the land, he took in his surroundings. Trees as tall as skyscrapers, with vines hanging from the tallest branch to the muddy earth. His feet sank a little with each pacing step. A funny taste rose in the back of his throat. Where to go? Everywhere looked the same, and the canopy was becoming darker- the only sign of the time of day, and a bad one for Kane. The sun was beginning to set. He focused on his memory while he gasped for air, running on sheer will power.
My name is Kane Riker. I'm 23 years old. I live in Seattle. I'm married to Susan Baugh. We have a cat named Samů
Pain struck him at the thought of home, of Susan petting Sam by the fireplace. Had she called anyone? Does she even know has happened? Know what. He collapsed by a small pool of water that had gathered between two large mahoga