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Max

I had decided a very long time ago that cemeteries were not a good place to be, alone or otherwise. Not because I was scared of ghosts, or thought zombies would claw their way out of graves, but simply because of what cemeteries are. Everytime I walk in or near a cemetery I am just reminded of how one day I'll probably just be a rotting skeleton buried 6 feet in the ground. Fun! So no, I did not enjoy cemeteries, but today I was making an exception. Just for you, dear old dad, I thought bitterly.

Sighing I get out of my truck, thinking that I may as well get this over with. I hadn't brought any flowers, he'd hated flowers. It's 5PM and the sun is already starting to go down, oh the joys of winter. It's been windy and snowing all day and so I should have expected the cold, but it hits me hard. "Stupid freaking snow," I mutter, I retrieve my coat from my truck and then shut the door. Once I have my coat on the cold isn't so bad, which I suppose, was to be expected. "Okay" I say, zipping my coat up, "time to walk through a cemetery in the dark, no big deal," I assure myself.

Once I enter the cemetery I don't feel any better. If possible I feel worse."It's ok, Max, Just find his grave," I sigh, "And stop talking to yourself."

I don't remember where his grave is, I haven't been here since the funeral which was a year ago. Was it near the front or the back? Did cemeteries have an organization system? Or maybe a cemetery librarian? Yes, I thought, maybe I could be a cemetery librarian, yelling at all of the dead to quiet down. I almost laugh at my own lame joke, but then I see the dead body.

"Shit," I curse, and close my eyes, hoping that my nerves had gotten the best of me and I was just hallucinating, I open my eyes. Nope, it's still there.

"Shit," I say again, and walk over to the body. Oh you're smart, I think, just walk right on up to the dead body in the middle of the cemetery, nothing could go wrong, I shake my head. I look down at the body, it is a man, laying on the ground with his back pressed against a tomb stone. A light layer of snow covers his black coat, he hasn't been here long. His shaggy black hair covers most of his face. His skin is pale and his lips are slightly tinged blue, my stomach churns. I start to pull my cell phone out of my jean pocket, thinking that I had to call the police, but then the body moves. It's just a slight shift, but it definitely moved. "O god," I breathe, "You aren't dead." He doesn't respond.

I nudge him with my foot, his eyes open, they are as dark as his hair. "You need to get up," I tell him, he blinks, shivers, and closes his eyes again.

"Hey!" I nudge him again,"You can't sleep here." He doesn't respond, again. I weigh my options, I could leave, and maybe he'd just finish his nap, get up, and leave. I knew though that if I left he may also just stay here all night and freeze to death. Then he really would be a dead body. I sigh, knowing that I should help him.

"C'mon" I tug at the sleeve of his coat, "Time to get up." His eyes open again and he pulls his arm away. I scowl and grab his hand, trying not to panic when I realize how cold he is, "Up," I demand and pull his hand upwards. He frowns, sits up, wraps his free arm around himself and shivers again.

"Ya, that's what you get for sleeping in cemeteries," I comment on his shivering. He doesn't seem to acknowledge me. He's looking around in a complete daze, like he's not aware of anything. Still holding one of his hands, I wave my other hand in front of his face in an attempt to get his attention. It works, sort of. Atleast now he's looking at me.

"You've got to stand up," I pull on his hand again. He seems to atleast understand me this time and starts to make an effort to stand up.

When he's finally standing up he I'm sure that he's just going to fall down again. He's started shivering like mad and his shaking legs look ready giveaway at any second.

I get him to lean against me and I wrap my arm around his waist and guide him out of the cemetery."The good news," I say as we near my truck, "Is that I don't think you have hypothermia." He blinks, "Tha bad news, is that I'm not a doctor." He frowns. "Ya, it 're going to get in my truck now."

I help him into the passenger seat and buckle him in, not sure that he'd be able to do it himself in this state. "If we're lucky, my mom will still be visiting." I tell him as I get into the drivers seat. He's staring out the window, not paying attention to anything. I sigh and crank up the heat, this was going to be a long night.

Fang

I wake up and I don't know where I am. I know that A) I'm laying on a couch covered in a mound of blankets, and that B) The blankets were making me way to hot. I kick the blankets off and try to sit up, a sharp pain radiates through my head. Ow, ok. No sitting. So now I don't know where I am and I have some kind of head injury. Fine, whatever. I try to think back to last night, or any night, and find that I can't remember anything. What did I do last night? Where am I? What is my name? I couldn't remember. Ok, I tell myself, so what if you don't remember you're own name? No big deal, don't panic. Nope, telling myself not to panic wasn't helping.

"Hey," someone, a girl, says, and I nearly pee myself right there. "Hey, you're awake." Then there is a girl with dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes leaning over me.

I want to ask her who she is, and then I want to ask her who I am, then I want to maybe yell at her for sneaking up on me like she had. I open my mouth, planning to ask her name, but nothing comes out. I can't talk. I try, I really do, but nothing comes out. Did I forget how to talk? No, I dont think that's possible.

The girl studies me like I'm an interesting species of animal. "Hi, my name is, Max."

Uh oh, she's telling me her name, does that mean that she doesn't even know who I am? "So Um, what's your name?" She asks.

I'm feeling like I might just throwup all over the pile of blankets I was under. What a great first impression that would be.

I swallow and shake my head. I dont know, I want to say, but I can't even do that. "You don't know?" She frowns. I nod.

"Oh, that's not good," she mumbles. I nod in agreement. "Um, can you talk?"

I shake my head.

"Well," She crosses her arms, "This is a problem."

I couldn't have agreed more.

AN:

So I guess that's the first chapter of my first fic. I don't really think anyone is going to read it but it was fun to write so. If you did read it though then thanks.