To say the very least of things, Adam was lost. Whilst running through the trees, he had fell over a tree root and hit his head. It was a painful fall, but nothing compared to the fact that Adam forgot which direction to travel in. He was lost for sure, and probably looked like quite an easy meal for predators...

The bit of forest he was in wasn't twisted by infection, yet, so the trees still seemed somewhat normal. The branches and leaves above Adam's head was like a natural roof, preventing most sunlight from hitting the ground. The trees were also tall and sturdy enough for Adam to climb, in case a creature decided to pass through. A few leafy bushes were spread across the forest, probably hiding some kind of foul thing.

Looking around his surroundings, Adam cursed to himself. "This is one predicament I got myself into...I could just walk in some odd direction, but that won't help me at all. Right when I was so determined as well." Adam looked at his foot, which now had a strained ankle, then shrugged. "Oh well, even the best of people get lost sometimes." He then sat down near one of the trees, if only to think of which way to go.

The truth is never far from his mind though. It is always with him, always a part of him, always him. It occupied the very space in Adam's mind. Unlike other truths though, which are only mere memorized words, this one was different. This one was sentient. Adam didn't know it, but the truth had its own way of doing things...