A Killer's Instinct

I walk in a jungle; the wildlife is all around me but I do not see them. They are shroud in mist; hazy figures, some tame, others menacing. How I got here I do not know; the only visible sign of meaning was in the surreal piece of paper in my hand saying "all roads lead to mt/rk 998 " . It was hardly logical; there wer no roads, just vivid flashes of objects and animals, although I could'nt EVER remember a single animal that I saw in this vision; The fog was too powerful, the uncertainty too strong.

The only thing I new was that I had only one intent; and that was to kill, and kill with not a thought of mercy. But kill what? I hardly had any sense of direction, much less a memory of who I was. I was walking, unconscious of myself.

If only I could get back to reality, find meaning again. If only I could remember who I was; but that was impossible; too many events had occurred, too many changes had taken to root. I had taken a step too far, and could'nt find the directions back, if it still existed.

The light was beginnig to fade, and I could see less and less of what was in front. My prey was not in sight. And all I wanted to do was rest. It was too dangerous to continue onwards, too much uncertainty. I decided to wait until the next sunrise. Maybe then, I would find diections, or better yet, a possible guide.

( This excerpt was made by Michelangelo Du. The continuation of this is unknown. Its your story now. Your guess is as good as mine.)