Jesse ran to and fro, his breathing laboured. Sweat ran down his brow and his clothes stuck to his defined muscles.
Above, the sun beat down, drying up all moisture and turning the soft soil to a hard, cracked shell. Dust flew up around Jesse's bare feet as he ran.
He tried to remember the turns he had made so that he could find his way back, but it was impossible. The twists and turns were endless.
He would never get out.