Fodder: A Collection of Scenes

Peace

I opened my eyes to a dark void. I didn't know where I was or what happened to me, but my whole body ached. My shirt was soaked in blood-more blood that could have come from my cuts. Must be from the other guy. I just wish I knew who that was. I can remember anything. Zip.

I rolled over on my stomach, wincing, and stood up. I was dizzy, but I was standing. In the middle of nowhere. That's where I was. Grass and fields for miles, a forest to the left, and a dirt road to the right. Following the road was the most obvious way to get back to civilization, but should I go back? What if I was a fugitive or something? I realized it didn't really matter. I couldn't stay here. I started walking on the road, on the colorful yellow line. I couldn't see much, but I could see the line in front of me and that was enough.

I walked until my feet ached, in addition to the rest of my body. It wasn't getting much brighter and it was sprinkling. Soon, it began to rain, pour even. I was soaked from head-to-toe. My clothes stuck to my skin and my blond hair was plastered to my face. I watched, intrigued, as the surprisingly warm rain washed blood down the tips of my fingers, red snakes tickling my arm. I may not know who I am or where I'm going, but I know one thing: I find peace in the rain.