“Maybe if I went into Boy Scouts as a kid,” Dave thought.
He forced himself to take a few more steps into the cool woods. The hot sun over the little meadow had made him disoriented. He tried to spit the taste of vomit out of his mouth, but there was only foam on his lips.
He had found a plant that smelled delicious. Or he thought it did, but after days without food, perhaps anything would have smelled good. He had no idea what was good or safe, but he had to eat something.
His stomach had rejected it almost immediately, leaving him even more hungry than before. Even though he had emptied what little was in his stomach almost an hour ago, he still felt nauseous and dizzy. Continue reading