I'm bleeding to death. I've got six minutes before I'll be too exhausted to do anything but lie down and die. I wish it was the worst of my problems. But it's not. The real problem is that… gamers are bastards.
Lost. In the middle of a dense forest, crowded with ravenous mountain lions. I'm kind of ravenous myself, since Egg and I had all our belongings taken away. Egg's my only friend in the world, and right now he's staring death in the face over a mile away. I just don't know in which direction.
