“Landis?” Landis opens his eyes. They take a moment to adjust to the darkness. He doesn’t try to stand - just looks up towards the slivers of moon showing through the forest canopy. Damp leaves are stuck in his face and hair. They’re slimy against his skin, cold like dead hands reaching out of the ground to grasp at him.
i can’t think of any reason why this would go badly. this is fine.