All about the Cash

The sound of chirping birds awakens Michael to his displease. He rubs his eyes and notices that the ground he had slept on isn't his bed. He opens his eyes. He is surrounded by trees...and sits on a bough?!

"Holy shit!"

He stands slowly up and clinches on the tree, which holds him.

Okay Michael, you got this. Just get down from the tree and you're good.

The young man looks down. He is not that far away from the ground. Just ten meters or so. But there is a problem. He has no shoes, or a shirt...or pants. Luckily though, there is a perfectly flat rock under the tree.

"On three...three!"

Michael jumps down and lands on the rock. Too bad that the stone is really hot.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Hot! Hot! Hot!"

With a big step he gets down from the rock and feels the cool grass under his feet.

Great! Just great!

"Hello? Hello-ho?! Is somebody here?"

He tries to determine the region in which he is, but he can't. Everything looks so...odd.

Where the hell am I?

He looks around again and decides that it would be for the best to get moving. Even though he doesn't exactly know where to.

How was that again? Always go north? Well, screw that! I don't even know where north is! Over there. That looks like a path...in a way.

Micheal walks to the so-called path and finds out that it's actually a small stream after steping with a food on the wet mud and slipping on it.

"Ah! My ass!"

He stands up and, out of protest, goes in the opposite direction of the stream.

I'm nearly naked, I don't know where I am and now I'm dirty...Can this day get any worse?

And so fate shows Michael that it is possible. The once so shiny and wonderful day transforms in mere moments into a rainy autumn day.

"Oh, come on!", the wet teenager screams at the clouds above him.

Somewhere in this hell must be a shelter or something!

The more rain falls on Micheals head the angrier he gets. It wouldn't be that bad if he have something to wear...