From the first word you are drawn into a world part DuMaurier, part Christie and completely compelling.
A rainsoaked forest. Your narrator awakens calling a name he neither recognizes nor is aware that he is even doing so. Totally disoriented he does not even recognize his own body let alone his surroundings. As he stumbles forward, he spies a figure in black obviously terrified and running from an assailant also in black. He persues without knowing why or what he would do should he encounter them. As he moves closer, lost in the fog and gloom of the forest he hears a shot and then total silence. A figure approaches, hands him an item and says one word, East.
He moves unsteadily east.
A rainsoaked forest. Your narrator awakens calling a name he neither recognizes nor is aware that he is even doing so. Totally disoriented he does not even recognize his own body let alone his surroundings. As he stumbles forward, he spies a figure in black obviously terrified and running from an assailant also in black. He persues without knowing why or what he would do should he encounter them. As he moves closer, lost in the fog and gloom of the forest he hears a shot and then total silence. A figure approaches, hands him an item and says one word, East.
He moves unsteadily east.