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A ditch. I'd woken up in a ditch.

I had finally gotten a better look at myself - I was dressed in a faded purple hooded garment over a white tank top and jeans. There were other garments too, though the names escaped me, presently.

The most peculiar things about them, though, weren't just the dark brown dirt stains from the soil, but the blood stains. Further examination shows me to not be injured. Blood, maybe, but no wounds.

That and the blue strip of cloth that didn't seem to fit at all with the rest of my attire. It had been in my hooded garment's flap holder thing - pocket - and something seems very important about it... Though I don't remember what, obviously. It is blue, however. The Blue Sun... could it be related to that?

I put my hand to my face. There are scars - lines I feel on my collar bone area and a cross on my cheek. I don't remember these either. They're new, still raised. I pull up my sleeves, looking for more scars, anything to tell me something...

And then I find it.

There is... something black on my arm. Or many somethings. I squint. They're words. No, just one word. Eight symbols. Letters. Reading is not a skill I currently have.

I need to get out of here.

I pull myself out of the ditch with shaking limbs and a mind busy with pondering my situation. I have no memories, my emotions aren't working to full capacity, and I am a few miles out in the middle of nowhere.

Something huge and loud roars past me, suddenly, and I nearly jump out of my skin. I slink back and off of the road, back onto the dirt under one of the trees. Has it seen me? I hope not. There's a few seconds of silence and I peek up. I am alone again. It's just me and the trees.

It's cooler here, and I can think better now. The shade helps in ways the sun didn't. So I have no solid memories, I have no clue where I am...

I look around again. The thing sped off up one way up the road, and instincts dictate it was moving at a pace that could be suggested as prey fleeing from a predator, rather than a predator after me, in particular. I have no particular need or want to be eaten so soon, so I begin taking the same path. At the very least I'll find some food or some shade for myself.