Finding Shelter
I crouched underneath a tree, scared stiff. I couldn’t move. Again I felt like my whole body had turned off. The only thing I could think of was who was that? It was now getting dark and I suddenly realised that I would have to either camp here for the night with nothing except what I was wearing or go back to camp with that voice in my ears. I decided to stay there for the night. I went deeper into the forest, looking for a sheltered spot to sleep. I looked for 5 – 10 minutes before I found one in a tree. There was a hole in the tree that was just big enough for me to sit in. I needed to make a fire but I was too exhausted. I sat in the tree trunk and fell asleep straight away.
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