I brushed my way through the dense forest brush. The forest was hot, humid, and teeming with bugs. My shoes were getting ruined by the mud. For that farmer's sake, Kumata better be residing in here somewhere. The sky was full of weird animal calls that I couldn’t identify. All I had on me was a canteen of water, a knife, and a gun with only three bullets left. I hoped that I could avoid being attacked by a wild animal until I could find a fruit tree.
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