He hadn't even put on the loin cloth. Joe had just finished training for a marathon and was thoroughly exhausted and begging for a good rest when he opened his locker to find a simple loin cloth. It stunk with a matured, earthy scent with a slight hint of...No surely not...
To put it kindly, and part of you begged that's what it was, it stunk slightly like a Pyrus calleryana tree, also known as the ornamental pear tree. Of course, there could have been only one reason for a loincloth to smell like that. He grimaced when he realized this and immediately dropped the loincloth to the jungle floor.
Jungle.
Joe looked around himself and was shocked to no longer see his collage locker room, but rather a vast, vibrant jungle.
"The hell!?" Was all he could say.
Joe's heart began to pound in his chest, harder than it had even when he raced. His stomach heaved with every action as the world he knew vanished. He fell backwards onto his ass and then leaned back, absorbing the situation. Taking simple and deep breaths, Joe steadied himself and rose to his feet. He noticed the loincloth he had dropped, and for reasons he couldn't explain, felt an urge to keep it, despite it's smell. Pocketing it, he then made a decision on what to do.
Well, with little else to do, he walked. His runners splattered though puddles, crunched under leaves as he moved nosily through the forest. The heat fortunately didn't bother him too much, as he was wearing a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt, but even then the jungles effects had began taking their toll.
Joe began to stumble and fall many times as dehydration and heat eroded his senses. Eventually, with one final push forwards, he collapsed. Panting for breath, rolled onto his side and then sat up.
"Oh God...What an I supposed to do!?"
There was a sound from behind, and slowly Joe turned back to see two strangers watching him from behind...