Fight

You've come this far without dying, the last human in the line of time by several millennium, and you're not about to die like some damn injured dog in a hole. You fight like hell to stay awake before beginning an epic struggle to get to balance yourself on your less broken leg. You slowly make your way along the bottom of this pit, using the walls to hold you up. Ahead you can actually see a light, an opening in the rock that seems like it just might not be too vertical to get to. It must take you hours, but you eventually make it to the opening you had your eye on. Bones, teeth, nose, broken, but you are still alive.

Looking out of the opening in the cliff face, you realize you are practically half way down the mountain, though you do not have your bedroll, and aren't really sure you can find your way back to camp from here. The chirping of insects reveals a new deafness in one ear. You limp out of the hole into the dark forest, bracing yourself on the trees you ensure frequent your path.

Eventually, after stumbling through the forest for hours you began to become truly exhausted. Reasoning in your concussed mind slowed, you still think you should eat before sleeping. Thus you began an exhausting effort of mashing up an apple still in your possession so that you can ingest it without too much agony. successfully consuming as much apple as you can turn to pulp, you pass into unconsciousness in the mossy bed under a large knotted tree.