John wakes up from his tent, yawning and stretching. The day is here.. but it’s dark? He pinches himself. “Ow!” Not a dream. He unpacks one of the Hot Dogs he brought along, lights a bonfire, and begins to make his breakfast. And yet.. Something felt off. Like this forest wasn’t the same as it was before. “Oh well, I’m heading back today anyway,” he thinks aloud.
UNKNOWN POV:
What am I? Why am I here? As I roam the forest, this is what goes through my mind. I.. don’t exist? Do I exist? When He sent me in this forest, I knew nothing, besides that I had to eliminate all human life. Yet.. I can’t speak like I feel I should. My thoughts are blo- ”Kill.”
UNKNOWN POV:
What am I? Why am I here? As I roam the forest, this is what goes through my mind. I.. don’t exist? Do I exist? When He sent me in this forest, I knew nothing, besides that I had to eliminate all human life. Yet.. I can’t speak like I feel I should. My thoughts are blo- ”Kill.”