I was standing in front of a jungle. It was humid, and I was searching for clues as to my whereabouts.
There weren't any signs, and I was growing impatient. Suddenly, I heard a tremendous ROAR, and I turned around slowly. I gasped and held my breath as I saw an orange and black tiger looking at me with ravenous golden eyes.
My mind told me to run, even though that defeated logic, because I couldn't outrun a tiger.
I could run, even if I wanted to. My feet were planted to the ground. I felt immobile. Every bone in my body was tense.