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You roll to your side and flail your arms and legs to try and decrease distant between you and the upcoming rock face. The current is pushing you forward but it’s too far. You get one hand on the wet rock, but it isn’t enough to grab hold. Instead your body turns in the water from hitting the rock. But there are more hard surfaces jutting out of the water ahead. The current has pushed you into where you are surrounded by rocks coming out of the river. You try to grab these, but you are moving too fast. Your spin has turned you to be facing upstream as you are washed backwards. Your back slams into one of the rocks and your head is knocked unconscious.

 

You wake up in a small hut. The roof is straw and you are laying on your back on a rough mat on the floor. You grunt as you turn onto your side, but you are stopped by the gutting pain in your abdomen and your head. “You are lucky to be alive,” says a voice from the entrance of the room. You crane your neck around to look at a small man standing in the entrance of the hut. “I found you in the river. How did you get there?” You squint. The man doesn’t know how you got into the river. You remember certain things. A fall, into cold water, rocks… but nothing else.

“How did you get there?” …  

The End

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