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[Takes place on the morning of November 1, a few hours after all the horror that had appeared on Halloween have disappeared.]
When he came back into consciousness, he blinked blearily. He lifted his head, which was pounding something fierce, off of the ground. Something was on his face. Slowly, sluggishly, he lifted his hand to touch. When he pulled his fingers away, he saw dirt. Dirt and blood.
He was bleeding.
After struggling to sit up, he gingerly felt his head. There was a tender spot precisely at the hairline; that's where the blood had to have been coming from.
The only thing was -- he couldn't remember how he'd hurt his head. In fact, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten to where he was. Not that, not his name, not anything.
Fear and confusion washed over him.
He didn't know much, but he did know he couldn't stay there. He had to keep moving.
Fighting rising panic, he began to stumble through what appeared to be a jungle.
When he came back into consciousness, he blinked blearily. He lifted his head, which was pounding something fierce, off of the ground. Something was on his face. Slowly, sluggishly, he lifted his hand to touch. When he pulled his fingers away, he saw dirt. Dirt and blood.
He was bleeding.
After struggling to sit up, he gingerly felt his head. There was a tender spot precisely at the hairline; that's where the blood had to have been coming from.
The only thing was -- he couldn't remember how he'd hurt his head. In fact, he couldn't remember how he'd gotten to where he was. Not that, not his name, not anything.
Fear and confusion washed over him.
He didn't know much, but he did know he couldn't stay there. He had to keep moving.
Fighting rising panic, he began to stumble through what appeared to be a jungle.