Are you genuinely serious?

Alan was a child. He had no concept of what had happened or what was happening to him. It wasn't just some random Amazonian-type jungle he was sucked into; it was an ancient unending overgrown labyrinth of tangle and undergrowth containing some of the most aggressive and deadliest versions of predators known to man.

Most of the unfortunate people who play that game are in there for five minutes whilst the others roll the dice and wait their turn. Those who get sucked in later in the game have at least some inkling of what to expect, and can still cling to the hope of their turn coming up soon.

Alan was in there for thirty years. Thirty years of learning how to survive in a harsh and hostile environment, with no hope of return, and no understanding of what he did wrong to deserve this fate. The only other human who could have at least served as a father figure of sorts is a mad hunter who wants him dead. Can you imagine the number of times Alan must have approached The Hunter just to strike up some kind of discourse about what is going on or to test the limits of his compassion, only to have to flee for his life each and every time? That can mess up a kid.

It's a real testament to Alan's forgiving disposition that he doesn't blame any particular person for his situation, but the situation itself. Even after time rewound and he got to live out his life as normal human being, the mental scars are likely still there etched into his mind.

And don't even get me started on Sarah. She saw what happened with her own two eyes, and every single adult in her life told her that it wasn't real. Because how could it be? And yet her childhood friend went missing right in front of her. How can you even deal with the sheer guilt of an event that people say you hallucinated?

Goddamn that film breaks my heart.

You underestimate the wild

Except for the constant parasites.