Not As Good as Yesterday

You continue on your way hacking and slashing through the forest growth. But the deeper you go the more it seems like the jungle wants you dead. Insect flying around your ears and face, and biting your skin. Strange saps irritate your arms and legs and rotting fruit sticks to your shoes. Looking up you notice the sun is setting soon the slight orange haze peeking in through the jungle leaves. You start hacking through the jungle desperately strong wide swings chopping through dense plant growth trying to find a clearing. You finally find a small clearing with a fairly wide open field about a quarter of an acre large with each square inch is covered in foot tall soft grasses. Stowing your machete back into your backpack you push the grass aside with your hands its silky soft in comparison to the rough jungle weeds. Wading further in you walk around the edge of the clearing until you spot a neatly maintained dirt road stamped with some hoof marks. You Can follow the road south and hopefully find some plains or continue up the road north. There seems to be a small cabin if you continue north as well which could help you escape the wild elements for a night