I woke up face-down in a field today. My head is pounding, and the sun is far too bright. I have no recollection of how I arrived in this... I was working on that machine-portal maybe- and... i was in this wilderness, though that sinister man—Maxwell, he called himself—appears to be behind it. I shouldn't have listened to a voice from a radio... His mocking words still echo in my head: "Say, pal, you don't look so good. You better find something to eat before night comes."
Everything here is alien, yet familiar in a disturbing way. The air is crisp, but there's a heaviness in the silence that surrounds me. Nothing feels natural, though it looks like nature? Grass sways gently in the wind, flowers bloom in the field, and birds chirp overhead. Yet, it all feels wrong somehow, as if reality is just a thin film stretched over something darker. It is just a feeling but... I think I might have been doomed...
After writing things down, I calmed down and started to focus on... well, surviving. So I scavenged what I could—twigs, grass, and berries. A rabbit darted by, but I'm in no condition to chase it down. Also it seemed very fast.. So no luck with that. My stomach growled; I don't think those berries will hold me over for long...
As the day dragged on, the shadows began to lengthen. Which is weird in someway but i am too anxious and busy for thinking anything. Something about the dusk here is unnerving—like the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for something terrible to happen. My instincts screamed at me to make a fire, and I hurriedly piled sticks and grass into a small pit. Who knows what wicked creatures hide in this woods. I mean it is nature after all and I am a gentleman from a big city... Odds are not with me... Anyway, just as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared, I managed to ignite it. Which is a huge accomplishment for me. The light flickered wildly, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist into strange shapes at the edge of the darkness... This will be a long night...
As i can't sleep i decided to scrable few words. Gosh... I can hear things now. Rustling in the grass, whispers carried on the wind. The fire feels like the only thing keeping them at bay. I mustn't let it go out. I mustn't... I don't feel so good... Please just... I want to go home...
Darkness... Fear... Noises... I am safe near the fire. But...
Who knows what lurks in the dark?