Corey woke up in a cold stream of water, and his position wasn't quite comfortable, as he was laying on hard rocks on the ground. He quickly sat up to take a look around, where was he? it seemed as if he were in a large, mossy canyon with what seemed like no exit. He looked down at his hands, which were surprisingly clean, no dirt under his nails, nor any in the cracks of his palm, his only explanation for this would be the stream he was previously laying in. Whilst looking at his hands, he realized he had on a long sleeved green jacket, and with closer observations, some yellow duct tape wrapped around certain parts of the jacket.

    He quickly stood up and started to walk down the canyon, following the stream, It had to lead somewhere, right? Maybe not... either way he had to find a way out, and what seemed like moving rocks atop the canyon walls didn't quite help him keep his cool. he sped up his pace, as an exit seemed to form in front of him, a large one to say the least, but one thing he saw was a red figure on what seemed to be a white horse riding in his direction.

    To Corey's surprise, figures atop the canyon walls started to show themselves. They too had army green jackets with bright yellow tape strapped around them, some had a hoodie covering most of their face, along with a yellow bandana covering the rest. 

    Corey couldn't quite tell who he was able to trust, the people who looked like cultists who had a fascination with the color yellow, or the ominous red hooded man riding a beautiful white horse.

    The hooded red man arrived near Corey, and the assumed cultists did nothing to prevent this, as if they were vultures waiting for the predator to finish their prey so they could take the leftovers. Corey kept his cool as the man, who appeared to be in his late 50's to early 60's slowly reached out to Corey.

    "You must come home." Said the hooded figure. "everyone misses you, dearly". The mans cold, yet frail voice almost comforted Corey. the man slowly smeared a black paint upon Corey's neck, and it began to magically spread. It made Corey's worries slowly start to fade away. He trusted the man, so he followed.

    Corey felt what seemed like a flower petal land on his nose, as he glanced up, he saw the bright yellow flower petals falling from the sky, the people on the ridge were throwing them down. The man's horse started to react to the sudden yellow, and the paint slowly started fading away. He shook his head as the flower petal that landed on his nose fell off. He gave a quick nod to the ones above before turning around to scream, yelling the desperate cry for help.

    "COVER ME!!!"

    Corey made it a good 30 feet before tripping on a rock and falling into the cold stream he was in recently before. he stared up at the last of the petals falling as he grabbed a nearby yellow flower for protection. Only one person was left on the ridge, and it was then when he realized who he really belonged to.