I Don't Remember Much

Just a short story based off of some of my old writing I found while packing and unpacking. When you work graves and need to stay awake. ^^

I don’t remember much.

I don’t remember much of what happened at the camp or why I woke up covered in snow on the outskirts of an empty town. I remember shaking the snow from my hair and I remember I was dressed in warm winter clothing. I thought that was strange because I don’t remember it snowing at the camp.

And I remember struggling to see through both eyes. I blinked and switched eyes, but I couldn’t seem to focus on anything with my left�"I could see only a smudge of color. I remember reaching up and feeling the scarring across my eye but I don’t remember where it came from.

I remember the voices coming from behind me deeper in the forest and I remember running into the town and I remember footsteps behind me as I ran.

And I remember running into a creature three times the size of a car. It was black and human like, but not. It looked at me lazily then lifted a corpse of a woman to its mouth. It bit down on her torso and ripped her in half.

I remember throwing up and my vision blurring as I fell to the ground. I remember three sets of feet running past me and faint yelling. I remember the horrible noise the beast made and I remember covering my ears before my sight completely slipped away.

I don’t remember anything after that.