They Called Me Cold, They Called Him a Liar

Waking up is never easy

Hey, to anyone reading this, this is my fist shot at a semi-serious story, so any comments on how to improve the next chapters would be greatly appreciated! Love all the work on Wattpad, and thought I'd give it a shot.

Thanks!

-Dakoda

Waking up is never easy

The first thing I remembered was waking up.

Nothing seemed right, my head too empty of thought, my hand clenched around a knife that fit perfect in my hand, my breathing labored, but the action seemed alien. Worst of all, nothing came to mind when I thought back, trying to remember how I got there.

I looked around my surroundings, trying to figure out where I was, but again, nothing.

I tried to stand, but with a whimper, decided against it. I was too stiff, from however long I had been lying there.

Even just trying to call out, I couldn't do. All that came out were grunts and moans.

Moaning would get me nowhere, but when I attempted to stand again, sharp pains pierced my skull, sending me back down.

The only things I had with me were the clothes on my back and the dagger, but survival instinct must have kicked in, because I struggled to my feet, to escape the darkness I was in, along with any predators.

I stumbled across a flat area, with...things all around. But so many others.

Beings walked left and right. And the sound, loud screeching, blaring, so different from the silence of my dark nothingness.

My hands cupped my ears, to try and block out the noise but to keep them warm as well.

Freezing wind stung my face and arms, and I knew, even though I had only started living, (or so I thought that day) I knew I wouldn't survive the night without help.

My clothing had long stopped keeping my body heat, and shivers started to walk up and down my spine.

Determined I would make it, I set out in search of warmth.