My leg cramps. I cannot move. My ankles are bound, my wrists are bound, there is a gag in my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. A loud thrumming noise tells me I'm on a helicopter. That noise has been there for a day maybe more.
"Time for a little adventure," someone says, removing my blindfold. Four men occupy the copter. One of them is pointing a gun at me. "No funny business or he'll shoot. Okay?" says the one who spoke before. He is skinny with ginger hair that sticks out in all directions, he has a scruffy beard lanced through with silver and is missing several fingers from his left hand. My legs and arms are unbound but they do not remove my gag. My heart shoots to my throat when one of the men hands me a parachute.
"Put it on." the scruffy man says. I do so, hoping fervently that we are not over the ocean. The door to the helicopter slowly slides open.
"Have fun," he says as he pushes me out. I fall with a scream and a grope for the cord. After ten terrifying seconds I find it and pull. A bright orange parachute opens above me. I look down to see where I'm landing and my mouth drops open. A bright green lawn stretches out for miles. What is it? I wonder.
Trees. More trees than you've ever seen before. The Amazon. My parachute snags on the top branches of a tree and looking down I realize that the ground is still too far away. It is a long way down.
I was allowed to take three things with me. The first thing I chose was my journal with a pen and pencil, a camera with 10 fully charged batteries and a pocket knife. Seeing that I am in the Amazon the first two may seem like unreasonable choices but I had not known I would be in the Amazon. I had thought only of what might help me in a people situation not a wilderness situation. I will berate myself later, for now I must find my way down.