I ran through the forest hoping to find something to take cover under. My mind set on one goal: find my family. I have no idea where I am, but I know what I need to do. Not knowing where I am is a problem because I know where my family lives. I have been lost in this forest for months, and still can't find my way back home. In fact, I can't even find the edge of the forest.
Boom!
The storm is getting worse. Running like I've never run before, I see a place I can wait out the storm. I sprint as fast as I can, but I trip over a rock. I fall down into a small trench, and the last thing I see before the world goes black is a stone rushing up to meet my head.
I feel like I'm falling from my body, and then everything disappears.