The tight straps and the uncomfortable position of his arms not to mention the constant stretching is getting more and more unbearable. As he picks his way back, or at least hopefully back trying to find some path anything that doesn’t consist of thorns and rocks and branches.<br/><br/>His stomach grumbles in protest and the light is running out on him, and the path is no place o be found the more Jules walks the darker and more unfriendly the forest looks. In the distance he can see something a blink, a light<br/><br/>As he makes his way thords it braving it trough sharp bushes and unclear ground plants scratching his thighs and with the come of night another evil insects and mosquitoes in special start to harass him.<br/><br/>Then finally he manages to get out on the clearing, the light came form the reflection of the low setting sun on a small lake of some kind. There is a large flat rock near it …<br/>