"Why me?! Why did I have to get stuck here?! It should have been him." Jackson paced in circles for a while, before throwing his bow into a tree and pouting on a nearby rock. "I'm not cut out for this shit." He grabbed his head in frustration. "Ouch..." He mumbled noticing the bloodied eye he accidentally knocked with his hand. "Great. What's next?" Jackson was fed up trying to deal with his situation. So far he had been attacked by twelve creatures, bloodied, and bruised, and on top of all that, he still hadn't caught any food.
For Jackson, the jungle was the farthest place from home. There were dangers around every corner. He could never stay in the same place for more than one night, unless he wanted to be some animals dinner. For most, this jungle-like place would be a beautiful place where nature was prominent. But for him, it was like hell.