Monke and Battle Royales (20)

Flinging myself through the scores of giant trees and branches, I felt a grin creep up on my face as I felt the air rush past me in this never-ending game of jumping, running, and weaving through the inanimate forms of flora all around me.

"Ahahaha!" I felt myself laughing at the absurdity of me feeling the burn and adrenaline pumping through my veins. "This feels so fucking great!"

I grabbed another branch and swung into a vine that was conveniently hanging a few meters away. Letting go from the vine, I found myself flying through the air once more and into another thick branch which I was sure could support my weight.

Landing on the branch, with my hand-like feet grasping it, I felt myself stop, my body tilting forward, but the grip force of my feet prevented me from tipping over. Pushing myself back straight up, I looked down at the ground and saw the supply drop sitting pretty, its lid still sealing its contents from any would-be scavengers.