Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170804001432/@comment-31336039-20170806055614

John continued to run to the point of losing his breath. To finally succeed in getting out of the gullies. But this did not prevent him from continuing to run for a while. Then, out of breath, he fell on his back. Panting and exhausted, he took several minutes to regain a semblance of coherent thought.When he realized that he had finally succeeded, he burst out laughing. But this time it was a natural laugh. It was painful because of his dry throat and his tongue wound, but he needed it after all the confusion he had just encountered. Having recovered his senses, he rummaged in his bag and pulled out his last bottle of water with a piece of food and began to restore his meager strength. After a while, he finally realized that he absolutely did not know where he was. By dint of having changed direction of race several times. What began to worry him."Well, I'm not going to wait for help in the woods ... I have to find a beach. He questioned himself uncertain of his choice.After deliberation, he concluded that he did not know how to return to the beach and that to try his luck in the forest was idiotic. So he began to move towards the heights.Cutting a new lance with a blunt knife.