A throbbing ache jolted Juan"s eyes open. He looked up into the variegated gloom of the forest canopy and grimaced. Where am I? Oh, my f*****g head! He closed his eyes, rolled over, and put his hand to his temple as a blinding wave of pain shot into his brain. When it eased, he got to his knees and dragged himself to a log and sat. Looking down, he saw the tip of the long gash on his wrist peeking out from under the field dressing. A dark, red ring was now all around it. On his pant leg below the knee, a dark b****y stain leered back. Bright red blotches dotted his hands. Suddenly, the memory of the stinging ants running over his lap came rushing back and he jumped to his feet.
Where am I? Oh, my f*****g head!Rage consumed him. He hated this goddamned forest and everything in it. After he
