Bob stumbled out of the brush, panting and disoriented. He was naked, he was emaciated, he was filthy, but most importantly, he was ALIVE. His normally pale skin was tanned and blistered from the sun, and covered in insect bites and scratches. His flamboyant hair was even more unruly than ever, full of leaves and nettles and twigs and who knew what else. He’d always been rather lanky, but his time spent in the unforgiving wilderness had whittled him down to a mere wisp of his former self.
Like an autumn leaf he trembled, clinging desperately to that last brittle twig of sanity. The things he'd had to do to survive! And how long had he been lost? Three days? Five days? A week? Time made no sense anymore. Nothing did. All he wanted was to curl up before a warm fireplace, showered and fed, a flute glass of Chablis in one hand and Les Misérables in the other. Hell, he'd kill for half a Twinkie and a good foot soak right about now.
A piercing scream brought Bob back to reality. He sta
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