"Crimson Red"

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Trees. Everywhere he looked. His eyes shifting around, while his body trembled. He tried to get up, since he lay on the ground like a crooked man. He gazed towards his body, because he felt air breezing trough his clothes, going together with a sharp pain, which made him feel numb. He saw that his shirt was torn apart. The white was stained with a crimson red color. Deep scratches had damaged his abs, and the side of his right leg.

His confusion kept growing. His senses told him to run, as fast as he could. So he did. Although he limped a bit due the pain, he still accomplished to reach the side of the woods. He searched through his pockets, and felt a square shaped item.

"A phone, finally, something useful."

He spoke sarcastically. He tried to get it working, but the battery was dead. His hands wiped away some sweat, what was dripping of his forehead. He lifted the phone up and, kept it close to his head. He wanted to look at his reflection, because he didn't remember who he was.

Unfortunately, it was way to dark to see something. When he was ready to arch the phone away, he saw something red. Bright red, almost neon. He looked behind him, but saw nothing. Again, he felt a presence. He decided to hide.

Clueless that he was hiding for his own reflection.

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