Lost

  The trees towered over me. They blinded me; I couldn't see anything. I wondered how, and if, I was going to get to my destination. I was lost. I looked up. Dark, green clouds of leaves hid any trace of sunlight, and the sky, too, was concealed. Thus, my hands were outstretched as I walked, careful so that I didn't collide with anything. I continued, believing and hoping that I would get somewhere, sometime. I heard something in the distance. Footsteps. Though distant, they were just barely audible. Immediately, I turned toward the sound. I heard them again, this time from the opposite direction, although the sound was identical. More and more, I heard them again and again, the volume increasing while the intervals grew shorter. They were driving me crazy. Over and over again I heard them, until the noise grew to a deafening level.
  Stop.
  Stop, I told myself, I don't hear anything. I must be going insane, or maybe, my fatigue is causing hallucinations. I was scared; I had been in the forest for a long while.
  The noise faded as I gathered myself, and again started walking. I only trod for a short while before it began once more. I tried to ignore it, but couldn't help noting that this time, there was only one direction whence it came. Only one. Maybe this one isn't a hallucination, I thought. Maybe someone is actually there, ready to direct me. So I, hoping that this could possibly be a viable solution to my problem, set out toward the footsteps.
  I heard the footsteps once every few seconds, and adjusted my direction according to that of the sound, so as to not deviate. The footsteps grew louder, though I was not afraid; there was only one this time, not hundreds. This had to be real. Or at least, so I hoped.
  I continued until the sound was nearest, but found myself in the middle of a clearing - with no one in sight. I took a look around. It was an ordinary clearing. It took a while to find the source of the sound - it was a shoe, held up by a rope, being raised and lowered, quite jerkily onto a stump. It to me seemed an odd place to find such a thing.
  Abruptly, an enormous and thundering roar echoed through the trees. It frightened me quite badly, so I stood and caught my breath. I started to move again, though as I did, I realized that somehow, I couldn't. It was then that I recognized that I was bleeding, and seriously. The noise had turned out to be the sound of a gunshot. I fell to the ground, though not in pain. Instead, I was weak, and in shock. A frightened hunter ran out of the trees and into the clearing a few seconds later. As he ran to me, he tossed his rifle on the ground. He was speaking to me. I couldn't make out what he was saying, but he was speaking very quickly, and his voice shook. He must have mistaken me for some animal through the dense trees. As he rushed to help me, my surroundings faded, as did my senses, until there was nothing.