Lion's Traps

You have been tracking through the lush, green jungle for days now. The snaking vines, broad leaves, and flowers like sequins are just a blur at this point. Your leg has a cut running up the side, shallow but it still stings when you step. The carefully rationed food is going bad and you are lost deep in the Congo. No sign of civilization showed itself for the past few days. Nothing from passing planes to an native village. You brush your hair out of your face and gaze up into the thick canopy. The jade green of the leaves blocks out the sun, leaving you in an ever twilight hell. You hear a growling from behind you. A rustle of leaves confirms the presence of a more dangerous animal.

(Yes I know lions don't live in the jungle but I honestly don't care)