MemoryI open my eyes. My head aches, so I rub it. I'm dizzy. The world around me spins.
Who am I? The answer comes almost immediately - I'm Sarah. But where am I? How did I get here? Where is everyone else? What am I supposed to do? I can't remember anything about my past. I'm almost positive my name didn't used to be Sarah.
I don't know where I am, or how I got here. All I know is that I'm supposed to be fighting something. A backpack lies on the ground next to me. It contains a full canteen, some trail mix, and a knife. I'm wearing hiking boots, khaki pants, a tank-top, and a leather jacket. I don't normally dress like this.
Suddenly, other people materialize beside me. They also rub their heads. They have backpacks and are dressed the same way I am. Why are they here? Why me? Why them? Where are we? Can we get out? Why can't I remember anything? The answers don't come.
The other people groggily stand up and put on their backpacks. I cautiously approach one. He has messy brown hair and piercing green eyes.
"Why- why are we here?" I ask. "Who are you? What are we supposed to do?"
I follow Matthew, curiously. We come to a tree with a wide trunk. He begins digging in the ground. I exhale and shiver. It's getting cold. The sun is going down. I hear groans from behind me, and my neck prickles. "Matt?" I ask, my voice trembling. He looks up.
I slowly turn around. The forest behind us is filled with dark shapes. They're groaning and staggering towards us. My blood runs cold. "Are they- are they- zombies?" I ask.
Matt looks behind him and screams. "Yes, they are, we must run, this is bad! I didn't expect this... I'm- I'm confused! These are zombies- chasing us- follow me!"