The mighty jungle (Narrative)
The canopy was alight with the sun and it filtered down through the leaves and branches overhead, washing the land with trickles of warm rays. Beneath, on the ground and in the trees alike, the fauna rustled. The Earth was rich with its creatures, the jungle swelled with them and everything remained in perfect balance.
At least, until one strange things showed up that knocked the harmony off kilter.
Awash in the twinkling rays of sun offered by the branches and leaves of the canopy above, Bruce felt warm. The light danced over his bare skin as he lay fast asleep curled in the dirt. A large tree cast its shadow over him as well, a blanket of peace and security. Above, monkies swung from one branch to another, using their long, limber arms and prehensile tails to make mischief and play.
A couple of large Python waited cautiously in the underbrush for any prey naive enough to approach.
Macaws called out to the sky, and to each other. The roar of a tiger could be heard over the soft rustle of a bush, an animal able to blend in with its surroundings like a true predator.
Stirring, Bruce sighed softly. His closed eyes winced at the invasion of sunlight and the warmth of his skin also was bathed by a cool, capricious breeze. He lifted a hand to his face and rubbed his eyes with the tips of his fingers, massaging the sockets of sleep. Strange sounds met his ears. He figured he was probably still dreaming and he realized that shaking the sounds away would come soon enough. But they didn't disappear like he had hoped. In fact, they seemed to grow louder.
Moving his hand away from his eyes, Bruce forced the optics open and was granted a stunning view of the canopy above. "Oh no," he groaned. A monkey peered down at him, screeched loudly and proceeded to throw a half-consumed piece of fruit down in his direction. Narrowly avoiding the assault due to rolling away just in time, the scientist sighed. He pushed himself up in to a sitting position and took in the rest of his surroundings. He had no idea where he was. Or why he was here. Or if he was the only one who made it. He recalled closing his eyes in the bed of the apartment back on that campus and waking up here in the jungle.
A glance down at himself and Bruce noticed he was completely without clothing of any type. Not a first for him. Instantly he thought of the Other Guy. Had he outbroken at the school? He hoped not. Trying not to panic, Bruce got to his feet, ignored the chattering monkeys overhead and began his search for other, more intelligent life.