I woke to a terrible sound of AC/DC's "Highway to Hell" mixed with a radio DJ talking about a party he went to in "the city" the night before. I blinked slowly coughed a few times in the waking moments. I tried to raise my head from a cracked window and immediately felt the throbbing pain of a headache. I weekly swore and brought my hands to my head to feel a throbbing bump crusty with drying blood.
I looked to my hands, nails dirty and chipped. I then noticed I was in a car. The airbag was deployed and the front of the car past the cracked windshield was flattened against a tree. Adrenaline immediately flew through my body as I found myself violently throwing the door open. Before I could think again, I was standing outside of the car. I huffed just staring at the sight wide eyed.
The passenger side of the car had the worst damage, so thank God I wasn't crushed under the metal. Actually, thank God times a thousand I wasn't crushed. I arched my head up slowly taking in the surroundings. All I could see around me was trees and underbrush. Deep tire tracks in the ground bee-lined through several trees before the crash and there was clearly no road near by. The radio was still going and smoke floated off the engine but I couldn't tell how long it has been running.
I was alone and I had no idea where I was.
I tried to think through the fog of adrenaline and internal chatter of any memory of what happened before. Immediately that throbbing rose up showering me with pain instead. I winced at the pain and held the wound with my hands. Maybe something simple would be better... like my name.
What is my name?
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Detour (an audience driven story)
General Fiction"Detour" is an audience driven story. An audience driven story is a unique story where you as the audience can help with what happens next. Leave a comment with the best suggestions, narrative quotes, things to do, pictures, etc... and the best sugg...
