Jungle Peril

The man ran like a deer chased by a cheetah, running as if his life depends on it. The under shrub cut through his bare legs bringing out blood and tissue but he didnt seem to care about it. He kept running frantically, looking back as if he was being chased but there was nothing behind him. All that was behind him was the beautiful forest and the clear sky, still he kept running. He tripped over and fell, scrambled to his feet without wasting a second and continued his never ending run. Tears and blood were all over his face; he had been battered by what seems like a mob. A look at him now and anyone would have mistaken him for a thieve escaping from a crowd who had already begun to issue out jungle justice on him. Thoughts of his wife and kids coursed through his mind but like a death sentence that had being pronounced and executed, each of them brought intense sorrow and strength to his rapidly beating heart. He wouldnt give up, his thinking was unclear and his bones achy. Yet he kept running with no particular destination in mind and with nothing visible to the naked eye chasing him. But his path seems to provide no lasting solace. Dead ahead before him was a cliff that was unsurmountable. Still, he kept running.