Two Black Orbs

My eyes opened.

The ground, so cold.

Wet.

I rose to my knees.

Hungry...
The need for food stimulated my mind. Small memories, coming back.
My head, it ached. Everything was blurry. I smelled...
Food.
I slowly dragged myself towards the bush. Every inch, a huge effort. I reached my destination.
My hand reached out, grasped my deliverance.
I bit in, the cool juice seeping into my dry mouth.

I gorged myself for half an hour.Slowly, my thoughts returned.
A light. A scream. A crash. Darkness.
I stood. My surroundings, a dead plain. Nothing. Barren hills for miles,
the occasional mangled tree, devoid of life. I walked.

I passed a solitary vulture. It hungrily eyed me, disappointed that I wasn't dead. I strode by, it watching. I came to a small spring. I drank. The water rejuvenated me, sating my intense thirst. Fatigue overcame me and I stopped to rest. I then realized the heavy gash in my thigh. I ripped a shred from my tattered shirt and bandaged the wound. On the horizon, I saw the silhouette of a building against the now setting sun. As I approached, the heavy clouds began to drizzle. I entered the single room.

The old place had been abandoned for years. It was dry, so I rest.
As I lay on the floor, I thought. Where was I? And, for that matter, who am I? I didn't know my name. Small pieces of my mind came back... something bad had happened. I didn't know what, but I felt it. The scream I remembered, I knew the voice. A relic from the past. Suddenly I felt very tired. So I slept.

Nightmares plagued me. Things I didn't understand, indescribable. I saw two men dragging strange body, slumped over. It was clearly nonhuman. Large, accusing, maddening eyes. Deep pits of evil, waiting to suck you in. The creature was spattered with a strange liquid. I assumed it was it's blood. It wasn't dead. It raised it's over sized head, painfully. It stared into my eyes. It frightened me. The eyes, oh god, the eyes were the worst part. Not the blood, not the long, slender fingers. Just the eyes. They devoured my sanity. I woke, laying in a pool of my own sweat. I stood up. Something wasn't right. I felt watched. Something told me was that thing that sent me here. I scanned the windows, looked outside. It was pitch black, but my eyes adjusted in a few seconds. Nothing, just the rolling hills. I turned back to the solitary room to go back to sleep. But standing where I was sleeping just a minute ago, it stood. It's eyes stared. Into my soul. I wanted to run, but couldn't. The large black orbs imprisoned me. It blinked, and the spell was broken. I sprinted like hell. Running for hours. I felt like I was going to collapse, but I kept going. Every single synapse in my whole damn brain was just shouting RUN. I had to get as far away from that thing as possible. After awhile I started to slow down. I was in a forest. As soon as I stopped, I blacked out.