John Faraday groaned and blinked his groggy eyes open. Above him the sun span bright beams through the thick green foliage and all around him birds were singing tuneful cheery songs that made his tender head hurt. He moaned again and tentatively sat up. Okay. Where the hell was he? There was a big blank space in his memory where 'last night' should have been, but that didn't surprise him really. The fact that he seemed to be in the jungle- now that was surprising...
It didn't take a great leap of the imagination for him to figure out that he was in the Sirantil jungle because he'd been skirting the tropic forest for the last few days collecting plants to dry for medicinal purposes. Admittedly he'd drank at least three bottles of wine last night, but he figured that even wasted he'd have the good sense to stay by the camp and its precious supplies but alas. Here he was.
Desperately thirsty he reached into the battered leather satchel that was (my some miracle) still slung over his shoulder. No water, just a hip flask full of whisky. He swore to himself, fighting back a wave of nausea. Moving sluggishly he wracked his brain for the missing piece of the puzzle. His fingers tightened around a small jar and he grit his teeth and pulled it out. The jar was empty save for a small scrap of paper. On it, in near illegible handwriting were scrawled the words 'I ate the mushrooms, sorry'.
The doctor let out an exasperated cry and lay back down in the thick, verdant grass. "what an idiot," he chastised himself. He'd been looking forward to a mind expanding trip into his psyche, but now, thanks to his weak-willed idiot of a drunk self, there was just a big blank space in his brain where there should have been memories of kaleidoscopic colours and conversations with nature... Plus now he was going to die of dehydration in the middle of a jungle. Bloody brilliant.
He blinked up at the word which occasionally spun dizzyingly above him. It occurred to him that all he needed to do was climb one of these trees, spot the position of the sun and then head east until he reached the edge of the jungle, but in his fragile state climbing a tall tree didn't sound all that appealing. Moving at all didn't sound that appealing, actually.
"Something just eat me already," He groaned into the assumed nothingness of the rain forest, pulling the hip flask from his bag and taking a long swig in the hope it might quench his thirst in some way. It did and it didn't...