The crickets stopped. John turned on his side, listening, but there wasn't much to listen to. The crickets had stopped singing, and now the only noise was the drops of water that fell from the trees. It had been raining for a while, which John had hated, but now he missed the noise. I hate it when it's this quiet. For a while, John struggled to fall back asleep, but a nagging feeling at the back of his head prevented this. He finally gave up, turning on his back and staring up at the emerald leaves above him.

After a while, he unzipped both of the bags he still had. In his bag, there was an empty notebook, a pack of sharpened pencils, a small flash light, and some spare batteries. The other bag was much more interesting. Various bits of machinery greeted him. Examples were a small metal detector, something that looked like a GPS, and something like a walky talky. There was also a plastic bag full of a strange metallic stone, but John had no idea what it was.

John zipped up the bags, laying back down on his back. I wonder what I should do next. I don't get why I wouldn't have packed food. I'm gonna starve out hear if I don't find food. Then again it could be worse. This place is kind of a bug free jungle. Lots of trees, but no mosquitoes. There was a sharp pain on John's neck, and he swatted at the spot. He had missed, because in the next second, a large, black and white striped mosquito flew over his head and further up the tree. Speak of the devil. All of the sudden, there was a flash of glowing blue, and a frog that was giving off a bright blue light jumped out, eating the mosquito and landing on a branch. Then the light it was giving off slowly faded, and it looked almost invisible on the mossy wood. Dang this place is scary. I don't recognise any of these types of animals. Did I wake up into some kind of post apocalyptic wasteland jungle? Or maby I'm in a coma, and I'm dreaming right now. Dang that would be sad...

He just lay there for a while. Then, one of the machines in the bag started peeping. John quickly unzipped it and stared at the screen. It was a dim blue color, and where the trees were, there was a lime green. At the edge of the screen, there was a red dot. It was quickly moving towards the center of the screen, which didn't help with John's nervousness and paranoia. Uhhhhh, please don't be something bad. He facepalmed. Well of course it's bad. Everyone knows red is usually bad. Not to mention there are people who are just plain crazy. For all I know, they could be cannibals.

John knew he should probably pay attention to the machine, but instead he zipped up the bag,and tried to ignore the beeping noise. Eventually, it stopped, and he calmed down a little. "Ya, finally... Maybe I can get some sleep and not go crazy now..."

He was just starting to sleep when there was a crashing noise. John sat up, his nervousness returning with a vengeance. A tree a few yards away had fallen. It had deep claw marks in it, and it looked like it had seen better days. John slowly put his backpack on, and as he stood up, ready to slide down the tree, he grabbed the other bag too. He was right about to leave when the tree right next to him tilted over with a snapping and creaking noise. For a split second, John caught a glimpse of midnight black scales, along with reflective golden eyes. For that split second, John saw that it was staring right at him. Then, he jumped right as it landed above him, causing the tree to start to tip over, and he landed with a thud on the ground. The bag had softened his fall a little, but his back and shoulder hurt.

John started running, not looking back as there was a crashing sound behind him, followed by an ear shattering shriek. Why is it so dark? The moon should be lighting this place up a lot more. His thoughts shifted to the thing behind him. What is that thing??? I saw some scales. Maby some overly sharp teeth and claws. I don't think I've read about anything like this!

He reached the same field he had been in yesterday. Sure enough, the moon was full, but the ground below was almost invisible in the dark, like something was blocking the moon's light, like a sheet on a lamp. When he was in the middle of the field, he tripped on a sharp rock with a yelp.

He was almost up on his feet, when he was smacked in the side. He went flying a few yards,.and he rolled on the ground a little. He sat up, backing away.

The thing, whatever it was stood in front of him. He thought it looked kind of like a combination of a wolf, bear, and crocodile, with small bull horns. It's eyes glowed, and it stared down at him malevolently. It hissed, and then rearing up and shrieking again, this time louder, it stomped down.

John rolled out of the way, and didn't stop. He went tumbling down a steep hill, and finally stopped. He quickly shot up and started running again. He could here the thing right behind him, and it was quickly gaining on him. He dropped down, and it kept running, and as it turned it tripped. John ran in the opposite direction now, going uphill.

He was at the top when the monster leaped at him. He was swatted again, the wind nocked out of him. It quickly ran at him, swiping at his face. His arms went up, and in the next second, John felt a burning pain. He yelled as it pinned him to the ground. Then, as his arms shot forward, there was a burst of crimson fire, and the thing jumped back with a low growl. John took this to his advantage, and he fled into the forest.

Finally, after a few minutes of running, John stopped, gasping for breath. He winced, the burning pain growing in his right arm. He looked at it, and winced more. There were three jagged claw marks on his arm, which all sizzled and burned a little. Strangely enough though, they were slowly disappearing. After about half a minute, they were all but completely gone, and in their place, there was a dull orange glow, and soon that disappeared. That was weird.
John wandered for a while, keeping an eye out for the creepy monster, or whatever it was. Luckily, both of the bags were unharmed, regardless of the sudden action. Soon, John found a dirt road, and started following it, making sure he was still hidden in the shade of the forest. To bad I can't stick my arm out, raise my thumb, and have a taxy come... John smiled. "Finally, I'm remembering things."