"Fuck, fuck, fuck." Richard stopped running seeing he had reached a fork in the jungle. He glanced back and forth panting, not sure what route to take as he never made such a serious decision in his life before. He was out of breath due to sprinting from where he had made camp, but his breathing quickened as he glanced between the two paths. He could almost imagine a neon light over each path; one flashing the word life while the other flashed death. His problem was that he had no idea which path said which.