Chapter 6: The End Was Nigh

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Darkness.
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My skull feels like it's in tiny fragments and it's about to burst. I know that's impossible, because if it were in fragments...I would be dead.

I consider for a second if that was even a possibility, being dead that is. After all, you don't remember how you die do you; and I didn't know where I was or how I got there... But after some thought I discover that I'm not perished or a zombie but in fact under a tree. A tree? Last thing I remember was, I was, emm....at school. I was at school.

"Crap, school!" I uttered into myself.
"I'm meant to be there, but where am I now?" I said scratching my chin as I propped myself up onto my elbows. I glanced up and knew immediately where it was that I was situated. I could tell by the carvings I had once made in the tree.

  The carvings has been made by Jac and I as a dare one day, the pair of our initials in a wonky and badly drawn heart. The bark had peeled itself backwards away from our carving as though to say it didn't want to be a part of our unnecessary, immature now that I look back on it, vandalism.

I attempted to guess the time of day judging by the amount of light, or lack of and I made an estimate of 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning. Autumn time, judging by the excessive amount of copper coloured leaves now shrouding the ground.

I could've sworn that it was November, but perhaps I was just imagining things. Was I?

Anyway, I get up and stretch out as though I had been asleep for years, aha I thought to myself at that strange thing thought think.

Once I finished stretching I reevaluated my surroundings and discovered that I had thought I knew where I was but, after looking in the distance expecting to find a forest with a lit path, I saw a humongous field, stretching out as far as the eye, my eyes anyway, could see.

I'm so scared, confused, baffled, cold, stiff, tired, dizzy, sick, confused, baffled, forgetful, dizzy, very dizzy.

Groan, thump...

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