Jungle Rush

This is a story I wrote for a flash fiction in class. This is not a very great written/typed story.

Jungle Rush

Sweat poured down from my forehead, ran down my nose and then trickled into the jungle river. As I jog towards the pond ahead, sharp rocks stab my bare feet. Branches brush against my scarred face, making me lower my head. I can see my arm profusely pouring blood making a puddle below me, making my feet look horrifyingly bloody. My breathing is picking up with every step I jog. I’m surrounded by acres and acres of trees, bush and forest.

My legs are aching with pain, so I lie down next to an oak tree. I slowly lowered my head to prevent my head from throbbing. My eyes felt heavy and my body went cold and I lay down and started to daydream.... and then finally closed shut. I could flashback to the family, my wife, six children, and two dogs. I can remember that time Kane was riding his new motorbike and then fell into a hole. He went flying into the air and landed in a thorn bush. We had to rush him to hospital. He was screaming in pain. I promised him some chocolate but he couldn’t hear over all the racket. I could barely look at my son. He had thorns, cuts, and bruises. I followed him down a big hall, which led to a door. I rushed in without knowing.

2 hours later...

Gravity pulls my unwanted tears as I see my son roll through that door. Finally, you’re back in my arms. Unexpected bullets hit me as I open my eyes to see people shooting me. I sprint for my dear life through the jungle, not caring about my feet. I wonder if I will get back to my family ...alive.