Stumble through the woods, lost and confused, barely clothed what the fuck is going on? Vertigo hits you like a hammer to the skull, stumbling in circles till you catch your breath and your memory blinks in and out of loud sounds and pain. A jagged piece of metal caught on your leg, but it makes no difference in your run. Whether it was from the cocaine or the adrenaline, you can't stop, you know you can't escape what has happened, but you want to try your best. Further. Further you'll run...the cliffs of Edgemont look so inviting, waves crashing beneath like hand grenades, you bid a farewell wave to the darken forest, a deer, a squirrel, a tree, as you tumble towards your inevitable fate.