Plants brush against me, warm sand is underneath me. Earth
The smell of sulfur wakes me up. The world is being baked. My skin burns as I look around. Fire. It is everywhere, inescapable. I look up, and a boy is standing over me. He can't be more than seven years old."I heard you scream," he says," and I wanted to know if you are okay." Did I scream? Who is this boy? Who am I?
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Mystery / ThrillerThey woke up, alone in the forest. who are they? where are they?
