Remember Me

In the Woods

He opens his eyes and sees the sky and trees. He sits up, confused. Where is he? Well, he knows he's in some sort of...Forest-y area, but he's not sure where exactly.

He sits up and immediately regrets it, wincing.

He's in so much pain, everything hurts and he feels itchy. He reaches up to touch his face, but feels slime, his teeth and gums where his flesh has been torn off.

His breath hitches both from the initial shock and the pain of touching such a sensitive spot.

He looks down at himself, his clothes are ripped, sticking to his flesh, which has also been pulled to pieces and he whimpers.

There's blood and dirt sticking to his clothes as well. He is shaking from the initial shock and fear of it all. He peels his shirt off, which feels like takes agonizingly longer than it usually would. Then, he notices just how cold he is after doing so and has the urge to yank it back on, but decides against it to avoid more pain.

There's so much blood, so many gouges. Big, gaping gouges. He wants to scream, but he doesn't know what did...This.

He pants, hugging himself for warmth.

Except there's no warmth in his arms. In fact, there's no warmth anywhere. Tears gather in his eyes and he feels himself break down into a fit of sobs.

He's so caught up in his own agony and rips in his abdomen and face that he only now notices that there are other people surrounding him, but they don't seem concerned with his condition.

In fact, he realizes they all have similar wounds to his, some even worse; flesh and limbs torn, hair a mess, with bodies and clothes caked with blood and dirt just like him— Well, minus the missing limbs that some appear to have, his arms and legs are still in tact, and he's not sure what his hair looks like, which is not his main concern.

His main concern is...Well, probably getting cleaned up, because the blood is making him his skin itchy and sticky.

Or maybe it's to get food, because standing there, it dawns on him that he's quite hungry.

He would also like to find out where he is, and get home.

Wait.

He thinks, and thinks and thinks, and registers he doesn't remember where he lives...

He doesn't remember anything, actually.

He glances about, wondering if any of these people can help him.

But they don't seem to notice him. In fact, he doesn't know what they're doing, they just seem to be wandering aimlessly.

He opens his mouth and tries to speak, but only a hoarse groan escapes him, and none of them look to see what's wrong.

He tries again, and again, and again.

Nothing.

No one looks over, only more moans and groans come out.

Eventually, he grunts in frustration and gives up, slowly trudging forward, away from them all.

~~~~~~~

He watches the water turn red as he dips his foot into the water. Pain shoots through his body and he lets out a whine, stumbles forward and falls down, earning more scrapes to his already injured body.

He stays laying down for a while before he finally pushes himself upwards to stand.

The water doesn't make him feel much warmer and he doesn't want to get cleaned anymore, it isn't worth the pain.

What else does he need to do? He wonders.

His stomach rumbles.

Oh yeah, food. Where does he find food?

~~~~~~~~

He eventually hunts down a rabbit, he doesn't even cook it. He just chases after it until he catches it and pierces its flesh, eating it raw.

He's halfway through finishing the food when he hears rustling.

He lifts his head, letting out a growl to warn whoever is disturbing him.

Eventually, he sees a silhouette and lunges at it, knocking the person down to the ground and letting out a yowl, gnashing his teeth and—

Wait a minute.

He sniffs the person beneath him, the man looks...Familiar somehow.

His left eye is red and the other black, he has raven hair covering his forehead, a crooked nose, and green skin.

Did he know this man? He didn't remember—

"Stu?"

'Stu' means to make a sound akin to the word, "Hm?" But it comes out as "Erh?"

The man beneath him's breathing picks up.

"What the hell happened to you?" The man feels his hair, then his bloody face and it's awkward

<p>Having his torn and bloodied flesh and his bones touched feels painful and weird.</p>

However...The man's hands are warm, something the zombie had been wanting for hours.

He leans his head into the palm of the man's hand. "You're so...Cold..." The man says in concern.

The zombie blinks at him, his expression becoming confused.

After a beat, the man beneath him collects himself. "Alright, get off me." He says, but he doesn't sound irritated tone. He sounds defeated.

He gives the zombie a light shove, though he can't put much energy into it, considering he's worried and still trying to process whatever the hell happened to his singer.

Stu grunts, taking the hint and standing up, inspecting the other.

The raven haired man sighs. "Alright, let's go." He turns, beginning to walk away, then realizes Stu isn't following.

Well, he hasn't changed much. He thinks, turning around and taking Stu's hand and beginning to guide him away, Stu stumbling behind him.