(Shawn)
"Shawn...Shawn! Wake up! Shawn!"
"Huh?" I say, groggily.
"Wake up son. Come on, all the way."
I open my eyes, but close them almost immeadiately. My head is pounding, and the light, although almost none, burns my eyes.
"Dad?" I whisper. Tears touch my eyes and I bite my tounge, the pain too much.
"I'm here kiddo. Listen, I don't think he's here right now. Can you try to work on your ropes?" my dad says.
Eyes still closed, I start rubbing the ropes again, waking up along the way.
When my feet snap apart, it surprises me, and I go sliding down the tree. I open my eyes.
Dad's looking at me, something of relief, combined with pain and worry.
"Good job son. Are you ok?" he asks.
My headaches mostly subdued, I can concentrate better now. I'm aware of the pain from my shoulder, and some from my leg and hand. But not as bad as my shoulder.
"Yeah," I whisper. "You?"
"I'm good. Can you get your hands? We may not have long."
"I'll try."
Everytime I go back and forth, my shoulder sends a new fire. I try my best to ignore it.
Finally, the rope breaks, and my hands fall down.
Standing up, I double check to make I'm alive. I'm about to walk towards my dad, when we hear a rustle in the forest.
"Run Shawn! I'll be fine! Get help!" is the last thing I here before my dad passes out. I don't stay long to find out why.
The pounding of my heart and heavy breathing are the only things that occupy my ears now.
Pain and determination surge through my body, one telling me to stop, the other pushing me forward.
I trip several times, running in zig-zags in case I'm being chased. Tree limbs scratch my face, but I barely notice. I've got to get help.
Where's the damn road? I think to myself, almost screaming it.
I find it, dashing straight onto the pavement before I realize it.
I stop a moment too soon. I'm lit up with headlights, paralized with fear and confusion.