The past few days had made him not regret being a boy scout. The skills from his boy-scouting experience had saved him. Trapped in a forest he couldn't see the end and beginning. After he jumped from the moving car that day James rolled downhill. Unfortunately his head hit a stone and he passed out but kept rolling. When he regained his consciousness he was lying on the forest floor, rats were walking all over him and he smelt like the sewers. They were the first food he ate that day. He was also lucky to have his loaded gun with him. For some reason it didn't fall on his way down like an avalanche.
It was his third day in Stone Age. He had reduced his long sleeved shirt into a vest. The sleeves were used as bandages to his wounds.
"Come one buddy am not going to eat you like I did to y
