But it was not to be.
You slowly open your eyes, and squinting through the sudden brightness, you realise that you are staring at the rays of the intense midday sun, which is mostly hidden by the trees you can make out ahead.
Just as you begin to wander whether or not you really are on the other side, you jolt with a start when you find you are, quite literally, out of breath. You try to take in a mouthful of air, but instead you find yourself choking, unable to draw a breath. The edges of your vision start to blacken, your throat becomes dry, and in an instant, a rapid pain develops in your lungs. In desperation, you roll onto your side and immediately find yourself coughing out a lot of water. Here, you gasp immensely and succeed in drawing breath. You fall onto your back again, with your lungs screaming in agony. You scrunch up your eyes again, and you try to concentrate on breathing regularly, each breath becoming more torturous.
On the brink of panicking, you find a renewed sense of belief in yourself. Stay calm, you tell yourself firmly. Think rationally.
Opening your eyes again, you take a look at your surroundings. You are lying on a bank of sand, and after looking down; you find that you are...wounded! You have a thick gash just above your waist on your right; blood is trickling slowly down your thigh before rolling off onto the sand. Being no expert yourself, you try to venture a guess that the wound isn’t too critical; after all, you aren’t bleeding immensely, and no vital internal organs have been hit, such as your lungs or your heart. Holding back your breath in anticipation of the pain, you plant your hand over the wound, as even though the wound doesn’t seem dire, you know that vast blood loss can be.
You quickly check yourself over, but as for the rest of your body, you only have a several minor cuts and bruises, and traces of blood here and there.
You try to roll onto your side again, like you did before, but you feel pain shoot through your body; through your lungs, your wound, your head, and you resolve to lying on your back again with a yelp. Clearly you are more conscious of the pain this time.
Your options are limited, and after thinking them through, you can think of nothing else to do, except to...
Attempt to stand up (pg 2)
Cry for help (pg 3)