When I first open my eyes I instantly know I’m not where I’m supposed to be. I open my eyes and look around the room some more. I’m in... some sort of shack. I’m on a bed and around me there Is a small table and a couch that is shredded. In the corner of my vision I see red. I look over and freeze. There are intense blood stains on the wall. Right next to the bed. How did I get here? Where am I? And what happened last night? The last thing in remember from last night was... nothing. I strain my brain, trying to find answers. Nothing. I do remember eating dinner though, I went out and ate at a restaurant with my friend. Did I get drunk? I’m not hungover... I get up slowly and want to the door. I turn the handle, and it’s locked. Damn it! I start investing the room, to see if there is anything I can use. But I only end up finding 3 things... a glass milk bottle, a holy bible, and a bicycle tire. What...? Why would I find these in a shack!? I pick and the milk bottle, and the second I do I drop it, it shatters. I remember... something from last night. The milkman came, very later than usual. And gave me some milk. And it was on the wrong day too! A store that information for later, then I look at the Bible. I look closer and see that it’s pretty close to the copy that I have... or is it the one I have?? My head spins. I remember that too. I read it before bed... before hearing the noise... some broke into my house. My brain keeps making the connections, being the weakling I am I ran out the back door and got on my bike (I don’t have a car) and ride as fast as I could and as far as I could. Of course my pursuer caught up to me. I remember falling, breaking my bike because of the momentum, and looking up to see someone put a weird rag on my mouth and nose. I blacked out. Now I’m here. But how do I get out? I start the think, then I hear a noise. Keys. The door opens, a dark figure with a fast walks in. I start pleading, “No, please-“ but I’m cut short by the bullet they put in my head.