The rain had lightened up to a drizzle now. Thankful for the turn of events, the young boy with a red hoodie and spiky hair stepped out from under the pine tree he was using for shelter. He turned on the flashlight he had found upon waking up and pointed it out at the dark forest.

Based on his calculations it was early morning. Like, really early: before-the-sun-rose-in-summer early; but that didn't stop the boy from wandering around in the rain looking for something. What he was looking for, he did not know. His last memories were of his family planning a camping trip and saying he could bring his friend along. This piece of information only furthered the mystery, but that mystery would have to wait. Right now he needed to get out of the storm.

Shining the flashlight around, he could see a small path through the woods. Seeing that it was the best option, the spiky haired boy followed the path.

It was not long before the spiky haired boy saw the light shining ahead along the path. Hoping that it might be someone he could talk to, the boy quickened his pace only to find a wood cabin in front of him.

The cabin looked like it had seen better days. On the side the boy could make out the words "Mystery Shack" with the S on the side of the roof. Upon further inspection the boy could see places where it looked like someone had broken through the wall and then tried their best to fix the damage.

Seeing that the light was on and it was a dry place the boy walked up the stairs and proceed to knock on the door. The force of the knock pushed the door open to show the inside of the building.

The inside of the shack looked like a tornado had come through: drapes were in tatters, metal racks were overturned, and various merchandise lay broken on the floor. The boy even thought he saw a few heads of jackalopes scattered around the mess. .

Worried, the boy proceeded to check the rest of the tourist trap but every room he entered was more destroyed than the last. With the atmosphere of the shack the boy was starting to feel like he was in one of the zombie movies he loved to watch so much.

Finally he reached the door to the gift shop. Timidly, the boy placed his small hand on the doorknob. He jumped as the house creaked. Slowly, he closed his eyes and hesitantly opened the door, expecting for the monster to jump out at him.

When he felt no presence he slowly opened his eyes to find a darkened room. Cautiously he walked into the room, the scattered pamphlets masked his foot steps. His hand following the wall for a light switch.

After awhile of searching he felt it on the wall. Light flooded the room to show the gift shop in the same state as the rest of the young boy sighed in relief, happy to not be trapped in another nightmare. Taking a step he tripped.

Turning around he found a girl with a muddy yellow rain coat lying on the floor. Her breath was too shallow to be normal.

"Hey are you okay?" the boy knelt down, hoping that she was just sleeping. When he got no response, the boy began to panic, shaking the girl even harder than before.

"Come on wake up." He received no answer, leaving the boy on his own in the ransacked building.

Tinted sunlight hit his eyes as he slowly started to wake up.

"Man, that was some show last night, wasn't it?" The boy said, slowly picking himself out of the mud.

He looked down at his green turtleneck and dark brown jacket, which were both covered in mud. His pants and his gloves of the same color were no exception to the mud, though his backpack, with it's colorful patches, remained spotless. On top of his head he wore an aviator helmet and his signature pair of red goggles covered his eyes.

"Huh, where did everybody go?" the boy wondered, finally noticing that he was alone in the wood.

"Anyone out there?" No response.

"Hello?" The boy tried once again, his eyes flew from tree to tree, trying to find anything he could recognize.

"Okay, calm down, this is not the first time that someone has woken up in a random location with no idea how they got here. It's just your first time." He reassured himself, finally taking off his goggles to reveal jade eyes.

"You just need to pick a direction and try to find civilization. That's what they do in the comic books after all … when did I start talking to myself this much?"

With that, the boy started to walk in a random direction hoping to find some sign that he was not hopelessly lost.

Next chapter, whoot!

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This fic is beta read by Ensignily.