Denzel opened his eyes and saw that nighttime had already fallen completely. He looked around him, and all he could hear was the croaking noise around him. He didn't care about any of that. He tried to stand and saw that his legs were less heavy than they were before.
From the fire he made, he took a stick out, making it a torch he held in his right hand. He continued his journey, with the torch giving him a hint of where he was going.
After walking for about two hours, he could hear the sound of waves. It tempted him when he got close to it, but he had no choice but to continue his journey.
Soon again, he got to another intersection of two roads and walked to the right as Zero said to.
Denzel continued the journey until he walked to another intersection and went to the right path once again, only to meet the fire he had set up.
Denzel could almost cry. There was no difference between that place and where he slept earlier.
