Hunted

In the early morning, I found my senses in a small bare clearing, skinned everywhere as if I had run in the surrounding jungle without realizing what I was doing, in the distance a hunting horn sounded

The hunt was on, I was not at my best, without clothes, without equipment, without weapons, without knowing where I was, I threw myself into a river, I would perhaps avoid the dogs, while progressing quickly with less effort.

for an hour I let myself be carried by the current it was so good I could forget my situation for a moment when the rapids became too dangerous and **** me to regain my feet on the bank.

the noise of engines on the river informed me that my pursuers had not given up on the contrary, I had to resume my escape into the jungle.