The sun shone against the fading green and yellows of the woods that surrounded me. Squinting against the sky, I breathed in a lungful of the sharp scent of pine wood. Groaning, I slowly got up from the wet grass. The sky was dark with gray clouds-a storm was coming. Looking down at my hands, I took a shaky breath-noticing the blood slide down my palms. The crimson color contrasting with that of my hands. Trying to wipe it off on my black jeans, I began to breathe heavily. Shivers running through my spine. I didn’t know who’s blood it was. Where it came from. Where I was. Looking around, I found nothing but trees. But, the further I looked, up ahead, there were two black military vehicles. I ran towards them. But the faster I ran, the quicker they seemed farther away. Suddenly, something knocked harshly into my body. Slamming against me-Causing me to reel back as I tried to catch myself. But falling to the ground, I groaned, beginning to get up again. My gaze falling to the side while I got to my knees.