When you woke up you saw that you are head down in the grass. The trees and the remains of a parachute slowed your fall onto the hard ground. Methodically and carefully you start to cut the rope and after a while you are laying in the remains of your clothes on the ground. From the ground, you could see a light aircraft which was stuck in the trees. For a moment, a brief moment you worried if anyone survived the crash. But who cares. Everyone knew what the risk was. Now you need to pick up what you can and immediately run away from this fucking jungle. Wonder if the plane was noticed by the military? On the ground you quickly find basic supplies, a machete, medications, a bag of food, water, and even a broken GPS. You hide everything in the backpack, after the parachute. But your clothes were nowhere to be seen! In a loincloth made from your trousers and jacket you had to overcome the jungle.
The question of where to go? They flew from south to west and then the Indian on the plane began to shout something, then there was a scream, and you were already on the ground. What the fuck happened? GPS doesn't work and you don't have a compass, so where do you go now?
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