Ugh.. my head... What hit me?"
I open my eyes immediately blinded by a intence light. I Tried desperately to peace together
where I was and how the floating turds I got there, and ya know what I got bup-kiss!, nada!, nothing!.
I let out a frustrated growl and sat up.
Immediately the imaginary carnival ride I apparently booked tickets to took me for a ride, the world twirling and swaying in front of my eyes.
I gripped my head, my hand coming away with blood on it.
"What the Fuck"
I stumbled my way to standing.
Which in case your wondering probably looked like I was doing some sort of new disjointed dance move.
"Cue thriller folks"
I scanned the surrounding area looking for anything that could inspire me to rember even minenootly.
And there was nothing just static on a tv up there.
Was I dumb or something! Any normal person could probably wake up and tell you what they had for breakfast. Me I couldn't even tell you what happened 3 minutes ago!
"Gah!"
Enraged I kicked the dirt in front of me and banged my fists against my head in attempt to jump-start my brain like a old tv.
Which now that I think about probably made me look like a pissed off caveman.
"Oh come on you stupid brain work!"
Again the baron field of wheat and scant trees held nothing , not one thing that I possibly could remember,
"Guess this is how the scarecrow felt on oz.
"If I only had brain""
I chuckled despite my growing confusion and anger then decided there is no use crying over spilled milk.
I dusted off my black blue jeans stained with what looked like blood and dark purple combat boots
then moved up to my black tank. which looked like I barely missed the business end of a knife. I huffed then got to work adjusting my long mass of wavy black hair into a tight pony tail then let out a long befuddled sigh then pondered to myself.
"What the fuck happened to me?
I look like I I should be on some sort of apocalypse movie.
I'm covered in dirt and blood and I'm pretty sure there is a knife in my boot!
I wiggled my foot around in my boot then bent retrieving the very sharp knife from my boot. I turned it in my hand looking for any familiar marks or memories.
Nothing.... save for it felt good in my hand. I huffed
Why the flying fudge tacos do I have a fucking knife in my boot and who the fuck dressed me like tomb raider!
My temper growing ,
The unanswered questioned zoomed through my mind fuelling my growing rage as i stomped off in a random direction.
Hoping to find some resemblance of civilization.
