Week 2 Assignment

Let us set the scene, deep in the jungle of Africa. The trees are as dense as pea-soup and the vines are about the same color. The textures are amazing, the velvet texture of the petals on the blooming vines, the roughness of the tree bark, and of course there are the smells of rotting wood and plant matter combined with the sweetness of the blooming vines. The colors are extravagant, all shades of blue, violet, and greens. Some plant life almost seems to be living, when brushed up against it, clasps its leaves together almost as a plea for you to leave it be.

As one wanders through the brush and vines, you become disoriented. The walls of the jungle seem to close in on you, and you begin to feel the onset of panic. First comes the paranoia, the feeling that there is some one or some thing behind you, stalking you and waiting on the right time to make the killing blow. Now the urge to run sets in, but every time you try to take a stride a vine catches your foot and you stumble and fall to the ground. It is as if the jungle is a massive octopus and the vines are its tentacles, each one intent on grabbing you and holding on for life.

Now you have managed to free your self from the untameable beast and have found a clearing, but to no avail because now you feel as if there is some thing moving in the brown flowing grass surrounding you on all sides. Maybe it wasn't paranoia after all? You hear a large thunderous roar behind you. You see a blinding white light as you feel daggers enter your flesh, and the warm sensation of blood streaming down your back. You some how manage to roll over to meet your attacker face to face, but it is too late; the world is becoming darker and darker.

As the world fades to black and you draw your last breath, you see...