Howard stumbled through the woods in a daze. He knew he should be worried, but... It was difficult to focus.
Focus. Focus. He told himself. He couldn't focus, that meant that he needed help, right? Yes. Loss of focus, need help.
Howard clung to that thought... Help. Must get help.
Where could he get help? How could he get help?
A thought cut through his daze. he had been driving. There was a road. If he had been driving, maybe other people would be on the road. Other people would help him.
He now griped that thought tightly. "I have to get back to the road. People will see me. People will find me. People will help me."
He saw a clearing ahead and picked up his pace. He had found the road!
But now what? He was tired, still couldn't think straight, and his throat and neck hurt.
Ok. Road. Help. Find help. Which way?
Picking a direction, Howard starting stumbling along the road, backpack slung over his shoulder, looking for someone who could help
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