Visceral Apricity

Bloody Sunday

Waking up with the moonlight shining right in his eyes, the man raised his hand in the air as to grab the moon.

"Hey man! Are you lost?" A guy that's definitely a stoner asked him. He seems like the shady guy that your parents told you to stay away from, but just much more chilled and happier.

"I don't know, I just woke up." He answered him, standing up and shook the leaves off of him.

"Oh man! That's good! Well man, if you're not lost man. Let's smoke some green together!" The stoner sounded excited when he made the suggestion.

"I'm alright thanks. What I'd like to know is who I am. How'd I get here? How'd you get here?" Wanting answers immediately, he got closer to the stoner.

"Your name badge says 'Creo', Creo. Is that a name or surname?" To his surprise, he really did wear a name badge.

No company name or any other detail. Just a white and black name badge.

He noticed a puddle closely, so he rushed towards it.

Messy medium short Auburn hair, brown eyes, pale skin. As human as they get supposedly.

"Well. Not much to it, I suppose. Can you tell me what country we're in?"

"Country?"

"Yeah, America, France, Japan? Please tell me we're in Japan?" Creo almost begged as he asked.

"Japan? I want whatever it is you're smoking." The man told him.

He went closer to Creo and held his hand out, throughout the conversation a smile could be seen on his face.

"I'm Duncan. Weirdo of what we'll call the forest!" He said and started laughing at his own joke.

"Well. Duncan. I'm Creo, apparently. Nice to meet you. Why are you here?" Creo asked, after shaking his hand.

"Probably... Actually... I don't know. I just know I have joints. So, how can I complain?" He asked Creo, staring at the joint, then lighting it again.

Creo got a chill on his back and out of nowhere he told Duncan to run, even if he didn't want to say it.

"Duncan. Start running." He told Duncan, which he didn't because he tried to light his joint.

"Me? Run? I'm as slow as a poke!" He told Creo, laughing again then coughing.

"The wolves stopped howling. The breeze is pointing at us. I got chills. Danger is on it's way. We better run." Creo explained to him.

The stoner realized what Creo said and then started running for his life.

"How did I know all of that?" Creo asked himself, being surprised but also scared.

He felt an itch on his right wrist and scratched it, but it appeared to become a tattoo of a wolf.

"Interesting." Creo said and started running as well after he noticed that they were closing in on him.

In the midst of running away for dear life, a flash popped in Creo's mind.

Pools of blood, as far as the eye can see. The sky in this image is beautiful, but a fear grew inside of Creo as he remembers this. He noticed big gigantic monsters next to him, having their last breaths. What follows is disappearances of these beasts like ashes flying into thin air. The sorrow engulfs Creo, but no idea why.

He started running even faster after waking up from that flashback. Duncan noticed Creo running faster, but he also noticed the tears in his eyes.

Duncan tried to run faster as well, but tripped.