Go Westward

You take off full speed heading west, quickly leaving behind that area and whatever was coming toward you. You avoid limbs, vines, and roots as you dash through the tall trees. As you run, your mind goes over what had happened so far. Waking up naked in an unknown place, diving into the sea, only to be saved and nearly molested by what should be a fictional myth of a creature. Surely you hadn't died and gone to some perverse heaven or hell? Maybe you were in a coma and just dreaming this.

These thoughts and more about your current situation cascade through your head. You get so lost in your own plight, your foot catches a rather large root that sends you flying and rolling. You crash forward and stop rolling only after hitting a generous number of rocks and roots. You're aching now, but nothing broken or sprained.

You stand up now to take in wherever you just rolled into, and gasp. You were in a clearing, but not ten feet from you sat the remains of a makeshift shelter. It was built as a roof of twigs and leaves to cover a small space between two close-growing trees and a boulder to form a triangular room. It's overgrown and falling in; it looks to be maybe five years old, it could still be someone or something's home
though.