You spring out of the tree with all you have. You land past the rednecks from hell and fall over but you smoothly roll back up standing and running. They scream curses and insults and spring after you like dogs on the hunt. You fling yourself into high stalks of corn and whip among the rows with all you have. Howls and whoops come from all directions. It sounds like more of them have joined the hunt. Cow bones and deer bodies stripped on meat and torso meat scattered among the ground. You realize your even more lost then before. You have no idea where the road is from here or when your going to run into some cannible redreck's backyard.