I keep walking in a straight path on what I think is north. My wrists, still in agonizing pain, don't help much in the way of anything, really. My stomach growls at me, but I ignore the sound. I'm trying to get out of the woods, eating is my last priority. 

I use my foot to kick a branch out of my way, then hear a 'thud' behind me. I turn, on my toes, to see a fallen princapple*. I groan as my stomach begins eating itself, then use my pained hands to grab the fruit and eat it. The juice drips down my chin and onto my chest, cooling it off and refreshing me. I smile as I shake the tree and three more princapples fall. I happily eat them, then feel a soothing calm fall over me. I realize my wrists don't hurt as much, and when I look I notice the princapple juice has gotten in the gashes in my skin. Who knew fruit juice was an amazing painkiller? 

With a full stomach and pain-ceased hands, I move on my way.