Chapter Two- What to do?
I once read that the more you suffer now, the better off you'll be later on.
Whoever said that was obviously never put in a different time-line and left homeless.
I knew a few things were wrong, like when I was suffocating underground...that was a pretty big clue.
But finding out your in the wrong time. Well that's another thing altogether.
Never being good at history, I wasn't sure of the exact date they started using cars, but I have a feeling that this town was a bit more rustic than usual.
To make sure, I saw what looked to be the local newspaper in a brown bin, to my left side. It must have been some sort of trash can. No sense in being prudish it wasn't as if I could just go into a store and buy one looking like this. Besides no one could see me yet, I was at the very end of what looked like a long street near some massive trees.
I did a quick pick-up of the paper and dashed under one of the trees.
Just as I was sitting down, I felt something hit my head, as I looked up I realized that it was a nut tree.
I slowly looked at the nut on the ground and picked it up. I wonder if it was edible, my stomach was uncomfortably empty and the prospect of food was an immediate need.
How would I crack it?
My flimsy high heel would not help me in this situation.
I spotted a large stone by the road, perfect for cracking.
I walked back to the road, hoping no one would spot me, and picked it up.
Just as I was walking back, I felt someone grab my arm.
I looked up into gray eyes of a heavyset man. Giving me an angry look.
Chi sei tu?
Not understanding a word, I threw my stone and held onto my paper tightly as I ran back to the graveyard.
Torna qui! He started yelling other things, but I decided I didn't want to find out.
It was bad enough that I was here, had no idea where I was, speaking English, and dressed in a black dress with high heels no less. In this time period they would probably think I'm a witch and burn me to the stake.
No thanks, I'll just run back to my little crypt, nuts be damned.
I finally found my little underground haven, and sat down on the cold cement floor. Trying to calm down, running was not a good idea, especially when recovering from nearly choking to death by dirt.
Getting back into the dark helped relax my eyes, which had been strained since being in the sun, maybe it happens when your used to the dark, which makes me wonder how long had I been underneath the ground?
Why was I there in the first place?
I remember fighting, someone screaming my name, and light...
Why can't I remember anything else?
Its as if its there, just all fuzzy as if the memories I had just aren't all there yet.
These things take time, I guess.
I remember someone falling.
Was it me?
I must have fallen.
Maybe that's why they thought I was dead?
Surely someone would have checked my pulse?
I looked at the paper to see that it was also written in a strange language.
Of course, as if this wasn't hard enough, I have to be in a town where they don't speak English!
The date Giugno 6, 1901.
I'm screwed.