MidReal Story
Girl without clothes in the jungle tries to get help
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Chapter One
One moment, Maya had been in a beautiful room at the resort, and the next she’d woken up without her clothes on, alone in this dense, green hell. She knew she was going to die out here. She didn’t have a phone. She would have to find her way back to the resort, which seemed impossible with the thick brush around her.
Maya tried to make sense of what was happening, but she felt fuzzy and sick. As though she had a high fever.
She was so thirsty.
She stumbled, feeling weak, and fell to her knees on the hard, rock-strewn ground. Her hands were scraped and bruised, and she stared at them for a moment before looking up.
Her eyes widened. A man stood a few feet away, staring at her, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
He looked like a savage, with long, unkempt hair and a full beard. He wore nothing but a pair of ragged shorts that hung low on his hips. His skin was tanned and bronzed from the sun.
Maya blinked. Was he real?
“Who are you?” She tried to scream, but her voice was barely above a whisper.
He came toward her and knelt down in front of her. He reached out and touched her head. “You have a fever,” he said. His voice was deep and masculine.
Maya closed her eyes. She was barely conscious, and it took everything she had to keep from passing out.
“Can you walk?” he asked.
She forced herself to open her eyes and look at him. His gaze was cool and clinical as he studied her. She shook her head, no. “I don’t know where I am,” she said.
“I’ll take you back to your hotel,” he said.
She blinked at him a few times. “You will?” she asked.
“Come.” He reached out and wrapped his large hand around her upper arm.
She gasped at the sudden contact. Her skin felt like it was on fire at his touch. “What is wrong with me?” she asked.
“You’re sick,” he said.
“I don’t think I can walk,” she said, shaking her head.
“Can you crawl?”
She nodded.
His hands were strong as he picked her up and set her on the ground. He got down on his hands and knees in front of her and started crawling forward. “Follow me,” he said.
Maya stared at him for a moment before she got down on her hands and knees and crawled after him.
She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She’d been at the resort for only a few days when she’d gone to bed one night and woken up in the jungle. She had no idea how long she’d been out here for or why someone would have taken her from her room in the middle of the night.
But she couldn’t think about that now. All she could do was focus on crawling forward through the dense brush of the forest.
She had no idea where they were going, but she knew that she had to trust the man in front of her. He was her only hope of getting out of the jungle alive.
So she followed him, crawling on her hands and knees in the dirt, and hoping that she would get out of here alive.
She had no idea who he was or how he’d ended up in this hellish place, but she was glad that he’d found her. Without him, she would have died out here for sure.
They kept crawling forward for what felt like hours. The man in front of her didn’t say anything to her. He just kept crawling forward, his eyes on the ground.
Maya didn’t know how far they’d gone or where they were going, but she kept crawling forward through the thick brush of the jungle. She could see that the man in front of her was getting tired, but he kept crawling without complaint.
Finally, they crawled out of the jungle and onto a beautiful beach. The sun was shining overhead, and Maya could feel the cool sea breeze on her face.
The man stood up and turned to look at her. “Do you need help getting in the boat?” he asked.
Maya nodded. “Yes,” she said.
He reached down and picked her up as though she weighed nothing at all. His skin was warm against hers as he carried her across the sand and into a small rowboat at the water’s edge. He set her down on the bench in front of him before sitting down behind her and taking up the oars.
“Thank you,” Maya said, leaning back against the side of the boat as it bobbed in the water.
He nodded and began rowing.
A few minutes later, they arrived at a small fishing boat anchored just off the shore.
The man got out of the rowboat and held out his hands to help Maya step up onto the deck of the boat.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I’m taking you back to your hotel,” he said as he untied the anchor line. “You need a doctor.”
