Campsite.

I open my eyes, and put my hand up to shield the bright sunshine. Fuck, what did I do last night? Each time I blink the drum in my head gets louder. My surroundings were unrecognizable. In the distance I hear rushing water. Walking toward it, and trying to remember where I heard it before. …

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Attack

John loved to wander in the woods during the summer. Pitching a tent for a few days wasn't unusual. A soon as the sun started to sink beneath the trees, he set up camp on this warn July evening. He laid inside the tent and listened to the crickets serenade him. About an hour later …

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