III- did I... die?

There was blood all over the road, pooling around the lifeless body. The once white paint of the crossing was now a brilliant red colour, a striking contrast to the grey tarmac.

There was a pothole in the road near where the accident happened, and it slowly started to fill with blood, creating a small sea of deep red.

People on the pavement stared in shock, their mouths hanging open. Spare hand covered children's eyes, hiding their innocence away from the ghastly sight in front of them that would bring nightmares for weeks to come.

There was a blood curdling scream as a young woman saw the scene.

The truck driver opened the door to the cab and slowly got out, stumbling as he did so. "Is.. is he dead?"

There was no responce, all of the onlookers still in a state of shock.

After a while someway suggested to call an ambulance and the crowd mutely nodded in unison.

The body was cold way before the paramedics showed up.

Far away, in another world, a fictional world, a young man with dark brown hair and chocolate coloured eyes woke from his sleep, gasping for breath.

He was sitting in the back seat of a car packed to the brim with luggage. The person to his left looked over at him for a brief second before looking away.

Outside of the vehicle was a dense forest in the middle of nowhere. It was growing dark but there was no light pollution reflecting off of the clouds high above. The only sound was that of the car driving on the single track dirt road and the radio playing quietly.

The car and its seven inhabitants drove along the bumpy road slowly, the bags people had on their laps jostling up and down, making it quite uncomfortable.

Occasionally, there would be a track branching off of the one they were on and they would slow down even more as the driver asked the person in the passenger seat, who was holding an old map, which was the correct way. After some rustling of paper there would be an answer and they would set off again.

Eventually, they came across an empty car park riddled with potholes. The gravel crunched beneath the wheels as the car made its way to a space in the middle.

On the far side of the carpark, away from the track, ran a small stream. The sound was loud in the quiet of the deserted countryside.

"Is this it, then?" Someone asked as they opened the car door to take a look around.

"We'll have to walk a bit, but, yeah." Someone else replied, possibly the driver.

There was a collected groan and complaints started to file in as people expressed their displeasure. No one wanted to walk into the woods to the cabin when the sky was darkening.

"Look, it'll only be a half hour walk. We can leave stuff in the car and come back to get it in the morning."

There was a silence as everyone contemplated that. Eventually, they all agreed.

Logan stood off to the side, watching as all of this played out. Something about this seemed... off. Besides, wasn't he supposed to be dead? The last thing he could remember was a truck racing down the hill towards him as he walked back home from work.

As everyone was distracted taking their most essential bags out from the car, Logan sensed eyes upon him and he looked up, his gaze locking with the person that had been seated in front of him. After a few seconds, not wanting to seem put of place, Logan walked towards the car door he had exited from earlier and took the bag that he had put back in the seat.

He looked back at the person, surprised to find that they were still watching him closely. Something about them seemed... familiar... Whatever it was, Logan didn't like it.

//Author's Note//

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