Trapped

-He feels the sharp, thorn branches smack against his nude, bleeding, and shivering body. Ignoring the pain he kept running. Coming to an almost complete stop, he falls to the ground, skidding a bit. He, freezing, clothes less, and hurting, looked ahead. Meadows. Golden, meadow, as far as he could see. For the first time in months he smiles. Standing back up he sees the golden meadow disappear. He, injured, frostbit, and naked turned back around and ran back through the woods.