"How did I get into this mess?" You think to yourself. Naked, 8 inches tall and sealed in a box headed for who knows where. Curled up in the corner of the box, crying, you feel the rumble of the road. That’s all you feel as you contemplate your situation. You only snap out of your bout with self-pity when a massive jolt rocks the truck as if it hit a pothole. Your corrugated prison tumbles wildly around before landing with a thud.
A small streak of light can be seen; the box seems to have split open slightly. Working your hands through the breach, you grip the sides and with all your might, you pull the split open large enough to escape.
Once your eyes have adjusted to the light, you look around. You appear to be in the middle of a forest road. There’s no hint of housing as far as you can see, which is bad, because even if there was a house just around the bend, at your size, it may as well be ten miles away. The truck is long gone, but you don’t want to risk them having already found out about their lost cargo and return for it. The forest seems like your best bet.