As you lay there, your eyes begin to adjust to the darkness. Still only able to see a few feet around yourself, you manage to make out what is holding you down. Large wooden beams cross over your body, along with what appears to be crumbled sheetrock and insulation. Nails protrude freely from the beams and you fear they are also inside of you. As you lay your head back you see a metal pipe only a few feet above. If you could just manage to get an arm free, you could maybe pull yourself out.

Testing each arm to see which is the most likely candidate to be freed, you decide to go with your right. Using your shoulder to pull, you begin to dislodge your arm from the rubble. All around your arm you feel a piercing pain as you begin to remove it. Nails, digging deep and holding on for the ride, puncture your skin. You bite down hard and tears escape your eyes as you clench them shut. Slowly but surely, you are able to free your arm.

Looking up again at the pipe, you wonder if you can even reach it. You raise your arm toward it and estimate you have at least another six inches to go. Your arm falls weakly back onto your chest. Knowing this is probably your only chance to pull yourself out, you try again. This time you stretch your arm as far as it can go. Your body lifts up as far as it can as you reach for the pipe. The skin on your arm feels like it's tearing itself apart from the nail slices. You give out a little grunt as you close in on the pipe. Your fingertips graze it. With one final push, you work your fingers around the pipe and grab on with all you have left. You exhale.

With your hand securely around the pipe, you begin to pull with all your might. At first you don't even budge, but after a few strong tugs your body begins to shift. You feel scraping all over your body as you shift out from under the wooden beams, and it hurts like hell, but at least nothing pierced you enough to hold you in place. Eventually your other arm is free and you use it for some extra leverage as you finally get out from under the rubble that pinned you down.

You are now in a hunched position, unable to stand, still surrounded by debris and darkness. About ten feet in front of you there are a few cracks of light. Slowly, you fumble your way toward it. You feel around with your hands as you crawl over the pile of wreckage. The light is growing stronger now as you near it and you need to squint just to keep going. Finally, you reach the cracking wall and push your hands against it. It feels weak and with one small push, you think you can bust through it. You turn to put your shoulder against the wall and give the wall a little thump. You hear it crumble on the other side. Leaning back, you give one final heave with your shoulder toward the wall. It shatters and your momentum carries you out into the blazing light of day, crashing down through more debris. After a few tumbles you come to a rest on your back staring straight into the sky. Your body aches all over but you somehow manage to struggle to your feet. Using your hand to shield your eyes, you look around and are dismayed at what you find.

Directly ahead, barely standing, looks like a two story house. Half is caved in, the half where you just came from. Turning around, there is an entire neighborhood of houses in the same shape or worse. Some look as if they should no longer be standing while others are simply burnt to the ground. One house has a car coming out of the living room, or is it going in? Another house looks as if a cross section has been taken out of it. What happened here?

Looking back at the house you came from, you try to think of the last thing you remember doing. Thinking intensely, you come to a horrifying realization. You can't remember what you last did. In fact, you can't remember anything. How you got here, where this is, or even who you are. Nothing. As these thoughts race through your head, you begin to get dizzy. You put a hand on the ground as you stumble over in shock. Where am i? you ask yourself. Who am I?

Slowly you come to your senses and reach into your pockets. In them, you find a only a wallet. You scavenge through the wallet and find what you were looking for: a driver's license. A face you don't recognize stares back at you. "Holcomb, William John," reads the name. Will. As you sit and stare at the license, hopelessness comes over you. Thousands of questions that need answering envelop your mind with no idea where to star--

CRUNCH... CRUNCH...

The sound from behind makes you jump and swing your body around to look. You see someone off in the distance, walking across the street, gravel crunching under their feet. You breathe a sigh of relief and hope some of your questions can be answered.

Slowly, you make it to your feet and begin to hobble over to the person. You have a slight limp, you notice, from your recent tumble. The person is obviously unaware of your presence so you wave your hands in the air and shout, "Hey! Over here!"

As the stranger turns your way, you feel fear shoot through your body. His clothes are tattered, torn, and barely hanging onto his bony skeleton. His limbs are white and decayed. And his face (if you could even call it a "him") is covered in open boils. Pus flows freely from open sores. On one side of his head you can clearly see his jaw where skin used to be. He looks at you, his eyes devoid of color, and merely moans out a gurgle of a noise.

You stare in shock. You slow your approach to a cautious pace. He begins to limp toward you, only a few yards away now. Completely flabbergasted your blurt out, "Are... are you alright?"

The man lets out a quick hiss and lunges at you. You quickly try to avoid him, but he lands right on top of you, throwing you both to the ground. His mouth hovers a few inches away from you face as you fight to get free from underneath him. Spurts and spits of horrible noises escape his mouth as he claws and bites at you. Powered by adrenaline, you manage to summon up one last effort and shove him off of you. He rolls a couple times, hissing as he goes. He stops a few feet away and slowly beings to lumber back to his feet.

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