Literature
What did you make of me WxL Chapter 7
Clear blue sky, trees, singing birds, a stream, the fresh smell of moss…
A man woke up in the middle of a forest, lying on the ground on his back. He just kept staring at the sky. He had no idea where he was, or why he was there; his mind was blank and his head hurt. He rose up to sit and looked around; he could only see trees for miles and a small stream running next to him. His shirt was bloody and it had been ripped in many different places.
What the hell had happened to him?
While trying to remember and ease his confusion, he noticed a handgun close to him. He took it from the ground and it was the only thing that felt familiar
