You feel like you're being watched.

A glance around your surroundings reveals little you can use to solve your problem. The amount of **** you'll need to break these cuffs would easily snap a tree, and none of the rocks nearby are set deep enough into the ground to not simply be moved by the attempt. You're going to need to find some kind of static object, like an old fire hydrant.

You curse and stretch at the cuffs behind you, hoping that they're weaker than they feel, to no effect. Instead of keeping up the wasted effort, you set out to search for something you can use in the local area, keenly aware of the need to find shelter, a weapon, and some kind of clothing before nightfall.

After a few minutes exploring your environment, testing your bonds against various objects by reversing into them and only succeeding at breaking the object in question, you get a strange feeling. Like you're being watched.

You spin around lightning fast to catch whatever's observing you, only to see the surrounding flora and nothing more. Rather than accept that you're alone, you clench your fists and fight at the cuffs once more while shouting into the forest.

"I know you're there, asshole!"