[i]Blood.....Blood....Blood. Everywhere i look there is Blood. All in this tiny room, painting the ceiling, pouring down the walls, pooling on the floor. But I'm not touching it, I'm safe here in the middle. Wait! There is a drop coming towards me, No it can't touch me not yet I'm not ready.[/i]

I woke up with a startle. I had the dream about the red room again. Everything was a blur for a moment and then I focused in on my surroundings. I was on a bleach of some kind, sand felt nice, water looked good too. The sun was up high, and it was beating down on my skull, I looked around some more and saw the forest line, thick and green. Where am I? I looked at my clothes and I saw the bright orange. 

My head throbbed in pain, memories came rushing back into my head. Bodies.....so many bodies. I made them all bleed, they were all dead and I got caught. I looked down and saw that my name was Jackson. It makes sense now, I killed a lot of people and got caught, they sent me to some prison and now I'm here. But why did I kill them? It must have been the blood, the blood made me do it. 

Well what do I do now? Well the ocean is a no-go, it's not like i can swim back to civilization. The forest it is then.