A little deeper into the Unprotected Wilderness, Secrat noticed something he hadn't ever seen before. It was because Copé was unobservant, and not because it was obscured or hidden. It was a little bit obscure though.
Something that could easily be missed at a first glance if one didn't know what they were looking for. Maybe it was because he only just now needed it that he noticed it at all.
A wooden cabin, nothing else very extravagant about it. The wood looked decrepit and old, like it had been sitting there for centuries and centuries. It hadn't. Copé assumed. The look of the build itself was enough to make it blend in with the wilderness, but the way that vines and trees seemed to wrap themselves around it really added to the camouflage. That, and the dark-green moss that almost engulfed it to its entirety.
Secrat looked at everything with a certain skepticism. Like it wasn't there and that he was just imagining it. However, he had left the desert, the only place hot enough to give-way to such hallucinations.
He walked toward it. A knife was in his hands. As it almost always was. He expected it to be abandoned and long-since ignored. It certainly wasn't maintained any, although looks could be deceiving. The wooden cabin looked like a terrific area to shack up in until after the rain and until morning came around once again. The grass beneath his feet thickened and raised in height. In wasn't too high, about to his knees. As he walked through, he heard the snapping of several twigs. The sound was enough to startle him some. It caught him off-guard. That was all.
But then the ground beneath him fell in.
An awful thud came as he sank deep into the hole and down to the floor below. The snapping twigs broke his fall at least a little bit, but the ground was hard and unforgiving. He laid there for some time. Didn't move. Didn't make any strides or offer reaction. Didn't try to get up. The hole was deep, and his body ached upon impact. The wind was knocked out of him. That was enough to make it feel like he had at last killed over and died. All he did was look out at the sky beyond the hole. Spacious and deep. Copé wouldn't be able to reach the top of the hole without doing some climbing. The hole was at least eight feet, which might explain why he was so leery to return to his feet. He didn't feel injured. Pain, of course. But not like he hadn't the ability to walk.
The sun was almost completely covered by clouds and the sky was beginning to darken. A sprinkling of rain came down shortly after, or long after, Copé wasn't completely certain how much time had transpired while he was lying dormant.