Pitch black. You can't see a thing. Cold hard floor. Head throbbing. Hard to think.
Jogging. You were jogging through the park. It's starting to come back now. You had just crossed the lane by the cherry trees. You were rounding the maintenance shed.
It hurts to think.
You were jogging through the park. It was warmer than usual. You were rounding the maintenance shed. You quickened your pace because you never trusted the look of that old shed.
You're shivering.
The floor is cold and hard. It saps the heat from your bare legs. You sweep the immediate area with your arms, but find only the hard cement floor.
You try to stand but immediate