Log #1

First memory

What has happened if I am lost? What comes first after the long pause of the nothingness that has become my life? Am I here after all? I can begin to feel something, the null void is slowly giving birth to a conscious sense of fear. My legs are numb and my mind is blurry. My eyelids are tearing my head apart and I'm starting to recover the sense of hearing. Not that it is becoming very useful since all I can perceive is a stinging high pitch note that reminds me of dreadful nuances in my past. I cannot even move, my muscles feel like they're tearing into shards of glass, piercing my nerves and blowing up my head. It hurts so much...

I woke up after fainting from the pain, now I can hear more clearly and my eyes are wide open and dreaded with the load of what they are seeing. The pain is unbearable, but I might as well learn to manipulate it and start worrying about survival. There are some sounds which I would have been able to recognise earlier if I weren't passing out. Nonetheless, after some time I began to take into account the movements of the foliage and the sounds of the crickets chirping away in their symphony of darkness. I look at my body and diagnosed myself with a severe contusion, broken wrist and blown up toes, three of them, on my left foot. There is no doctor, there are no nurses nor a hospital nearby, but I am shaking and sweating cold ever since I woke up from what seemed like hours ago; still, I'm certain that there has been absolutely no signs of civilisation from the streets. Whatever happened to the other people?

I am scared, it is dark and I am laying on the dirt, with the broken sky as my wallpaper and my scarred senses as my life-saving alarms. I need to move. I need water, antibiotics, clean cloth and a weapon. I need a weapon before the moanings resonate once more from the dark foliage around me.

I am scared, I am lost.