Lost

2

I open my eyes. The sunlight that passes through the leaves warms my skin and makes me squint my eyes. I sit up. My back is still wet from the morning dew but the front of me is dry from the sun. Its around mid-day but it's still quite cool. I stretch my feet out and put my hands behind me. My palms digging into the damp soil. I try again to remember. Not anything specific but in general. I Can't remember anything. Not even my name. All I remember is waking up in this damn forest a few weeks ago. Every day is the same. Nothing changes. Run, hunt, eat , sleep and try to remember. Over and over. It’s an endless cycle really. The only thing keeping me from going crazy is running. Running frees me, I have no worries, while running you don't need to remember anything. You just need to know how to move. To keep pushing yourself even when you think you can't go any faster. It's the only thing that I can remember. I know I liked running. It's such a familiar feeling and the feeling hasn't changed. Because when you run. You don't need to think. You don't need to remember. You just need to move. My stomach grumbles from hunger and I pull myself up.

I'm running again. This time after a rabbit. As I run I look around me. I see a rocky slope a bit away up which the rabbit could never run. I herd it over not letting the rabbit turn in any direction. When I finally herd the rabbit up to the slope it scrambles to climb up the sharp rocks but fails. I pick up a sharp stone off the ground and get closer. The rabbit tries to go around me but I don't let it. I stay in control. I slowly back the small brown animal into a corner. Then I attack. I drive the stone into the rabbits soft fur. Warm blood covers my hands. The animals squirming body finally stills and it goes limp. I pick it up and the red river of blood flows from the rabbit to my wrist. Slowly down my arm. And finally drips slowly onto the rocks turns from bright red to a rusty brown. I pull the stone from the body and put it in my shorts. The rabbits fur has gone from a soft warm brown to a sticky matted dark brown. I stick my fingers in the hole i made with the stone and force the fur back. Then I dig my teeth into the warm body of the rabbit.