Shayre lay still on his back, determined to stay there as long as he could. The leaves above his head were of a beautiful green, and their low rustling was soothing to his ears. Most importantly, they shielded his painfully sensitive eyes from the bright sunlight. Or they almost did: One ray kept peeping through, when the wind moved the leaves. Moaning softly, Shayre tried to shift his head deeper into the shadow. It was only then, when his movement caused small waves to roll over previously dry parts of his skin, that he realized he was wet, lying in a pool of water.
"What..."
Shayre shook his head, trying to get the wooly feeling out of his brain. It hadn't occured to him before when he was lying there, but there was something wrong with his waking up outside. He slowly sat up, using a branch to lift himself. He took some time to look around. The plants around him were huge, and looked exotic. Shayre frowned, blinking his eyes against the light.
"Where am I?"
Getting no answer, since nobody was around, he realized that he had to figure things out on his own. He leaned forward to splash some water in his face in an attempt to jumpstart his brains. It didn't help as well as he had hoped, but he did feel slightly less sick, and with some trouble he managed to get up. Taking another look at the sun he decided to start walking in a random direction.

Vindle hard voices and foot steps nearby.
"Sounds like company I don't need." Vindle said, deciding not to get up until one of them found him or went in the other direction. Although he said he didn't want company, he was kinda relieved more people were coming.

Rose woke up to the sounds of birds chirping and water running. "Wow that alarm thing Mom got me is so realistic." she said to herself, very groggy. She sat up and opened to eyes. To her surprise she was not in her bed, she was in a jungle-like forest. Rose's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Oh my gosh" was all she managed to get out. She quickly sat up and examined her surrounds; a nice little patch of grass surrounded by thick trees and a small waterfall to the left. Knowing that she would need to find shelter, she took a sip of water and walked off in a random direction.

Jane was sitting under a huge, exotic looking tree. The leaves were beautiful with unusual colors. The bark of the tree was rough, etched with a vividly surreal pattern. The leaves bent with the wind, shifting up and down, up and down. As peaceful as the tree was working, reflecting, abstracting, and absorbing light, Jane was hugging her legs, pulled to her chest. She was staring at the grass underneath her. The light refracting from the grass made a rainbow-like appearance. This world was strangely beautiful, but for the third day, now, she still was not used to being in this "mental state."

She was also feeling lonely. The thought of seeing her Church friends, seemed like a good idea, again. She reseted her head on her knees, letting out an unenthusiastic sigh of hopelessness. Hope, never lose hope. This task was starting to become more difficult with the passing minutes.

What was in that acid? Is this a new kind of drug. . ?

She lifted her head and shook it, before nestling her nose in between her propped knees. Her short brown hair felt a brush of the wind flare, and then die down. The wind seemed to do this quite often and the third 24-hour cycle of this kind of treatment was making Jane lose her mind. She was bored and lost, or still somewhere in her room--afraid to walk anywhere too far from the tree and accidentally meet her parents' downstairs. They would throw her into a mental health facility, again, when they saw her mind being eaten by the acid worm. Two stays at a mental health correctional facility was all she needed to learn her lesson.

Or was it?

She was wearing a white shirt with green horizontal strips, pink pajama boxer-shorts, and white socks. She could feel the grass tickling through her socks, which was nothing close to the feeling of carpet. The air and the wind. Did she leave her fan on high before falling asleep? She could not remember several important details. What time did she even fall asleep? And. . had it been four days or was this nearly an elongated, stretched out four minutes?

Maybe it was okay to start roaming around. Maybe one step in this surreal world would not move her body in the real world. Jane stood up. The tree's presence shifted on her, and she took several steps, and turned around to look at the tree. It was standing so tall, so strongly. She almost missed sitting under him--or her, it, perhaps.

Jane let out a small breath of annoyance before puckering-up her courage to start wandering. If worse comes to worse, I will wake up in a hospital bed. Don't be scared.

Arc awoke to a chill breeze and the sun that was shining right in his eyes. "......Where the fuck am I ?" Was the only thing that came out of Arc's mouth as he lifted himself from the hard ground. When Arc was finally up he searched for something in the pockets of his pants. Arc led out a sigh of relief he found what he was looking for, his two black brass knuckles that is. Arc took in his new surroundings. All he could see was tree's as far as he could see. " Great a forest." He said to no one in particular.

Vindle decided that there still may be unknown things here and pairing up with people would be best. Getting up to follow a voice, he only went to find out that whoever it was they were gone already.
"Probably more than one person here, might as well find one. Though I dunno how big this island is..." he said, walking off.

As Jane went to explore the forest, cautiously, taking careful steps, afraid some trap might be set for wild animals or just for the fear of disturbing a wild animal. She heard voices. Her immediate reaction was to duck for cover. My parents are coming! She lowered her head and then remembered where she was--alone, in a strange, surreal forest. She coward to herself, hugging herself. She looked back at the tree in contemplation. Maybe she should stay put... But finding her parents would be a way out of this nightmare.

She took in a deep breath of courage and stood still, trying to hear from which direction that voice came. Do not be scared of what they look like, unless they look dangerous. She prepared herself, feeling her toes curl, getting ready to sprint in a different direction if need be. She hoped tremendously the voices were not of savage people that may just so happen to be cannibals or in need of some female sacrifice.

Leo opened his eyes to see he was in the middle of a clearing. He stood up and said "where in the world am I" suddenly he heard a rustle in the bushes and a wolf came out of the bush and began to approach him. Leo back up against a tree "nice doggy, nice doggy" He said calmly. The wolf suddenly said "why are you saying that?" Leo said "wait did you just talk" The wolf said "yeah so do you." Leo said "you're a wolf." The wolf said "and you're a human, can we stop the act Leo." Leo said "how do you know my name" The wolf said "because we've met before" Leo said "we have?" The wolf said "I think so I feel like I've known you for a while now." Leo said "oh ok that kinda makes sense" The wolf said "I honestly have no idea where we are right now, but I think we should look around" Leo said "sure with the two of us looking we may find others." Leo mutters "hopfully other humans" The wolf said "I heard that" Leo said "what?, you said you know me, you should expect it" The wolf chuckled "that is true." Leo and the wolf began to look around.

Jane stood still, continuing to listen to the the forest. She heard nothing but the wind passing by the trees. This was the first time she truly became aware of her where she was. She was surrounded by trees of like appearance--and presence as the one she had been sitting and contemplating under for the past three days. She knew trees were living, breathing vessels, but the trees in this place seemed to have more movement--something from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe. She looked up at the trees, the sun shimmered down between the patches of leaves that clung so delicately firm to the brown arms. It was a beautiful place. She remembered saying that to herself when she first arrived, but she had been so tired from the night before and failed to recognize the surreal beauty to its fullest.

Even now, however, she was having a hard time seeing the romantic beauty of the forest. She was still scared of being caught by her parents, even though, something inside of her told her that being caught by her parents and sent back to a correctional facility was better than anything waiting for her in this dare she say--dimension?

Mei jolted with a start, almost falling out of tree she woke up in. "What...?" She whispered, her camera on a branch beside her and dressed in the same brightly colored lolita-styled clothes she always wore. "Where am I?"
She carefully stood up, attempted to keep her balance, and grabbed her camera. She looked down from the tree and paled a little, hugging an adjacent branch tight. Now, just how am I supposed to get down? This tree was far too high for her to simply just jump down.
Mei slipped her camera into her back pocket and slowly lowers herself branch by branch, anxiety clear on her face when she's left hanging on the last branch and she's still about twenty feet above the ground. She lifts herself back up on the branch, and scans the area for any other solutions to her problem. I might just have to jump...

Steven laughed maniacally from where he sat on a rock, the voice of Greg doing the same, but within his head.' I don't know how the fuck we did it, but we escaped. We escaped prison, the cops, and the whole damn world!' Steven though to himself, overjoyed by the maddening situation that has happened. 'Maybe we are dead.' said Susan.
'Shut the fuck up Susan, your being as depressing as usual with your nonsensical ideas. your always like, Lets not kill him, oh lets not get in trouble with the cops, oh lets be kind.' Greg shot down Susan's thought as fast as possible, being the voice of evil that he was. 'Both of you, shut the fuck up, we aren't dead, we are just somewhere other than the prison, how we got here, I have no fucking clue, it only matters that we are here, and not in that hellhole.' Steven looked back upon the memories of what happened before they ended up here, wherever "here" is. Steven had gotten into a fight with a man, he didn't know what they fought over though, but he ended up with shard of glass in his arm, and an even larger piece in the other guy's neck. Steven looked at his arm, and with a devilish smile, pulled the large piece of glass out, it was barely in his skin, but it was a big shard, he could use it as a weapon.

He stood up from the rock, using his left hand to cover the small wound on his right arm, and began to walk across what seemed to be a sandy beach, as the voices in his head began to bicker again. Greg was like a devil on Steven shoulder, and wasn't much use for things other than shooting down Susan's ideals, as he was only a Demon on a Demon's shoulder. Susan was like a caged bird, useless, but kept for amusement. Susan was all of the good that existed within Steven, manifested into a personality, while Greg was all of the evil.

After walking for a while Arc could hear the sounds of the ocean. " Waves that means a beach." Arc started sprinting towards the sound of the beach. After a few moments he could see it in the distance. 'Please let there be a boat.' He taught to himself as he finally came out of the forest. Arc immediately scanned the beach for any signs of a boat. " Dammit no boat." He said to himself. Arc eyes then fell on a girl that was standing there ((Ariel)). " Oi girl who are you ?! " He raised his voice a little bit so he made sure she could hear him.

Leo was walking around and then he heard a rustle in a tree nearby. He looked up and saw a girl in a tree (Mei) Leo said "hey wolf there is a girl in that tree..." He trailed off when he saw the wolf wasn't there anymore. Leo looked around and then said "ok......never trying tequila again" Leo then walked up to the bottom of the tree and said "hey you in the tree, do you know where we are"

"Hey listen you don't need to be afraid, do you know where we are?" He asked the girl as he stepped a little closer to the girl. She seemed afraid no she was scared. Arc could see the girl backing up towards the ocean. " Hey don't go into the water you don't know what's in there." He said as he came closer again reaching out his hand for the girl to take. " Here take my hand, I won't hurt you. I promise." Arc said as a faint smile appeared on Arc's face.

Jane could not longer hear the voices she thought she heard earlier. Maybe it was just the wind. Just the wind. Jane felt ever more lonely, and the thought of herself being alone in this strange forest with the more-than-alive trees and the wind... seemed too nightmarish.

But then again, she was already a loner in the real world. What stopped her from enjoying this place? At least, she had a better excuse to feel lonely. She caught herself smiling to herself, was she smiling? Oops.

She started walking westward, passing by trees. Are they actually watching me? She paused to look at the trees. She could have sworn she saw one move. Is this possible? She had to still be hallucinating. She was merely trapped in some fragment of her brain. Oh, pineal gland. What are you doing to me? What have I done to myself?

Getting out of the hallucination was just going to take a lot of patience.

She waved her hand in front of her face, and then pinched herself.

She was still in the same place. Just keep walking, and pray it does not rain... As Jane told herself this, she realized--she had not eaten for three days. Or, what seemed like three days, and she was hungry. The shock of being on this island made her forget about all her necessities. God, I'm f'cked up, right now.

She kept walking, holding her stomach, slowly beginning to realize how fatigued her body felt.

Vindle walked for what seemed like forever, but he came to a stop when he heard... waves? He ran and sure enough, there was a beach with a vast ocean.
"Sand feels better than the ground in there, I might just live on the beach." Vindle said, walking a bit into the water to see if he could spot some fish. Not seeing any, he walked back up to the beach and just lied down in the sand, not having much else to do but to wait for someone to find him.