Lost

Cool mud on his face, a soft breeze to the sky, and something about the air. It smelled, off. Better. Cleaner. Jack opens his eyes to see himself in a forest with blue leaves. 

No way they're blue, right? I'm dreaming... He thought to myself. 

He gets to his feet and looks around, taking in the surroundings. Blues leaved trees, a crystal blue stream to the left, a path to either side of him going to who knows where. 

Birds flutter from tree to tree, congregating with each other in groups of at least 20. They look almost like Chickadee's, except they're speaking to each other. Not the usual chirps you would hear in the spring and summer time, but another language entirely. 

"Hello?" he asks, dazed and confused, desperate for someone, anyone, to respond. "Is anyone there? Can you understand me?"

The chirping stops all at once, the birds staring at him. They fly to trees closer to him, surrounding Jack. They start chanting, nonsense at first, till it starts to reform to a language Jack can understand. 

"Leave. Leave. Leave." the birds chant, louder and louder each time. 

Suddenly, Jack's vision blurs and his ears start to ring, quiet at first until it's a deafening roar. All at once, everything goes dark. And quiet. So very quiet.