I scroll the note, not able to read anything else. It's like the words had been dropped from my mind...How was that even possible? My brain scrambles frantically, confronted with this piece of evidence. Why...what...what was wrong with me? Something deep within my mind was telling me that something was amiss, but it-and I-we weren't sure.

I stagger to my feet and almost instantly fall back down. My...my leg. It was caught in a strange device. Its teeth were deeply embedded into my flesh. My right hand, the one with the scar, reaches for a stick on its own. Poking it between the fangs of the monster device, I slowly ease my battered leg out. "Ouch!" The rows of teeth had scored my flesh, leaving trails of a red liquid. I wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed to come from within my own body.

Confronted with this strange phenomenon, I panic, and run from the red liquid. I run for what seems like a very long time, before becoming tired again. My chest heaves in and out, as I look around, searching for that red liquid. It appeared to be gone for now.

I then notice my surroundings. Where was I? There were lots of trees around me, and green wheat around my ankles. Something shiny is on the ground near my injured leg. I bend down to see what it is, but I'm not entirely sure.

Suddenly exhausted, I lie down and fall asleep again, hoping that this time I would not forget any more.