He opened his eyes and discovered himself in bed, In a room he didn't recognize. He tried to stand but found his body struggling. The room was dark with only a broken window. The sun was setting. He stepped outside the room and felt a cool breeze on his face. The sky was colorless as if someone has gulped all those colors and energy from it. He was standing between a vast land with dark oak trees in the far north east and a small pond in the north west and no sign of life. He tried to think but nothing arose in his mind. He tried to remember his name but he came up with nothing. He panicked tried to run, to shout but his throat chocked. He sat there , back behind the wall of the room, watching the dusk at the horizon, hopeless... Soon it was dark , he went inside the room and lit the candles. The very moment he realized, he knew where the candles were, in which shelf matches were kept. How did he know all this? His head started spinning. He could hear his heart pumping. He went to the bed and found some loaves of bread laying there and a book next to it.
He tried to read it but it was too dark, those candles were not helping him. He lay there trying to sleep but whenever he closed his eyes thoughts about him and his family ran across his mind, not thoughts, just some incomplete pieces of memory. Somehow sleep came, He was 7 years old sitting on the dining table with his family, he couldn't recognize them, their faces were not clear. One man, a woman, a girl almost of his age, they were Happy. He opened his eyes and saw bright rays of sun breaking in through the window. He stood up, went outside, everything was exactly same, same sky, no clouds, no chirping of birds. From the position of the sun he was able to make out that it was around six in the morning. His survival Instincts took over. He was thinking about gathering food, wood for cooking and a better light source, water, some animals to breed. He knew exactly what to do. But how did he know that? As if he was a trained survivalist. He knew everything about surviving such situations but he didn't know how he acknowledged all that. He decided to first get fresh near the pond in that North West and then he headed towards the dark oak forest in the North East looking for animals and fuel wood but first he needed to inspect the lil' shack in which he slept. He went inside and saw a small trunk in one corner. He opened it and found some dirty clothes, a knife and a pair of machete. He took out those cloths and realized that upper part of his body was naked since yesterday. 'How could I didn't noticed that.' he thought. Surprisingly those cloths fitted him perfectly as if they were made especially for him . He kept the knife in his pocket, hung the machete at his back and headed towards the pond.
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