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The Indian sun was relentless. It casted a ray onto Sam’s face that bothered him enough to wake him up. He couldn't move well but managed to move his arm to his eyes and rub them. ‘Man, what a killer hangover. What did I do?’ It was like waking after falling asleep high. But he definitely didn't bring weed to India and could start to warm up his other senses a lot faster. The bark was rough on his back and the soft murmur of birds could be heard. He felt warmth but still couldn't give a morning stretch or move even. Instinctively, Sam shut his eyes tightly and opened them wide only to squint in the mid-day light. That's

Sam was a 19 year old guy who loved the outdoors. Tall, black low cut hair, well-built man. He was tired of the bustling life at college and for summer break just wanted to get away. Peace and quiet were his only desires. Sam had been on many trips to various steamy jungles and frosty forests and was familiar with his surroundings at all times. He was quiet in tune with the voice of the woods. So to pick his next spot, he simply covered his eyes and threw a dart at a map. "And the next stop is India. I'm not a fan of the food but fate has chosen." The flight was rough. Lots of spiced airplane food and the "western" food was just a slice of