The wind blows cold and I mentally thank it, I feel fresher and the little sweat

The wind blows cold and I mentally thank it, I feel fresher and the little sweat on my forehead dries quickly.. I run a little faster when I'm about to reach the big pines.. There is no grass or anything covering my legs inside., But there is no apparent sign that anything landed here either.. With some hesitation I enter the forest, There is little light and I can miss a lot of travel. However, Something inside me doesn't seem to care that I might die here and makes me keep going in search of any sign. My heart is pounding in my chest and there is so much silence that it is the only thing I can hear besides the branches breaking under my feet.. I want to return, The air begins to whistle through the treetops and I begin to feel afraid of being alone and that it is already getting dark.; but my feet don't stop or turn around to go back, My whole body keeps walking regardless of fear and danger. I go faster as I hold on to tree after tree looking everywhere without finding anything. I stop for a moment and look around me for a second., I look at the place carefully until something in the distance catches my attention., Due to the distance and low light it doesn't have much shape, It could be anything, I even think it could be a piece of log or a stone, but my feet move faster than my head processes everything, And I'm already running there with the stupid hope of finding something fabulous., something incredible. And so it is, cuando estoy a escasos metros veo que es something incredible. is a person, A man. It is motionless, surely dead, or at least it seems so, Why, Who wouldn't be dead after falling hundreds of miles to the ground?? Although I don't understand how it is that after those kilometers it is not a mess on the ground.. More scared than I've ever been in my life, I walk the rest of the way to get to him, I kneel next to the body and my hands move nervously in the air