John was exhausted.  He had been walking all night, and now it was noon, and he was still walking.  He had become a little annoyed when mosquitos started attacking him as he walked by the dirt road in the tree line, so he had made the most likely dumb choice of going in the middle of the road instead.  Maybe if I'm lucky, some random truck will run over me, I'll wake up, and this will all be some weird crazy dream.
          Some cicadas off in the woods made a buzzing noise, which made him feel a little better.  He didn't always like the quiet, especially after what had come after the lack of noise last night.

          He shuddered.  Dang that thing was weird.  I keep getting the feeling that it's watching from behind, but when I turn around, there's nothing there.  Then again, me being paranoid isn't too out of the ordinary.  John remembered the monster clawing at him, and he checked his arms and hands again, as if he expected the wounds to be back, and that he would bleed out or burn to a crisp right there, in the middle of nowhere.  Instead, the only sine that something that something had happened, was a thin layer of ash on his arm.  He wiped it off, and it fell like black snowflakes through the air, until they were barely visible on the ground.

          Then he thought about the people he had met so far.  He wasn't sure if finding other human beings was a good idea anymore.  So far, the few people he had found had tried to murder him.  What did that even mean, calling me a demon?  Does it have something to do with the creepy monster that tried to murder me last night?  Definitely has to do with the whole rapid regeneration thing.
          John looked up at the sun and the clouds, his train of thought changing again.  If their demons are anything like the ones I remember, does that mean I'm psychotic fire breathing monster from the underworld, who's trying to steal their souls or something?  That would be sad...  I don't want to be the bad guy.  Then again, I don't remember demons being in North America.  Actually none of this seems very familiar.  It's all just so weird and alien.
          Suddenly, John realized he could just make out a thick stone and metal wall far off in the distance, at the end of the dirt road.  Okay, I know I'm about to be a complete and total idiot, but I'm gonna run over there, yell hello, and try and be a not evil, soul sucking demon.  Maybe then they won't try and kill me.  Although I really think an apology is in order.  And an explanation for-.  He stopped and looked around at the forest, with the lack of buildings and people.  Well, all of this I guess...
          John started running down the road, going to the side, into the woods.  He set both the bags down behind a bush, planning on retrieving them as quickly as possible if everything went badly.  Then, he began quickly but quietly jogging, making sure to stay on the dirt where he wouldn't make nearly as much noise as if he went through the grass, leaves, thorns, and bushes.

          All of the sudden, there was a whizzing sound, and John ducked down.  He looked up to see a small dart in the tree to his left.  Woohoo, more people who want to say hello!!!  John started running, catching a glimpse of a few people jumping through the trees.  He kept running, reaching a steep hill, which he rolled down the whole way, and then leaped into a thick bush for cover.  He lay there, very still, trying not to be seen by anyone.  At first, he didn't see anything, but then a few branches and leaves fell, and he saw the shadows of three or four people passing by through the trees.  That was a close one.

          John held even more still than he already was, and a whole lot more tense, as there was a clicking noise at the right side of his head, and the end of a medium sized gun was pressed on the side of his head.

          "I want you to slowly put your hands on the back of your head, and then slowly stand up," a man said.  John obeyed, his hands shaking as they went to the back of his head.  His legs felt wobbly as he stood up, the gun still present.  "What's your name?"

          "John."

          "Hmmm, I don't remember us having an people named John.  I know everyone here, so you better start talking."  The man was probably in his late or early fifties, early sixties at the most, his hair down a little bit below his ears, and he had a small beard, both of which were a dark blondish color.  He wore a jacket that was different shades of brown, which was perfect for camouflage on the layer of dead leaves littering the forest floor.

          John decided to leave out the parts about the people trying to kill him, his possibly being a demon, and the monster attacking him last night.  "I woke up yesterday with amnesia in the middle of nowhere, and I've been wondering around."  He paused, and tried to get some information.  "What is this place?  I don't recognise it at all."

          "We'll try and figure out what to do with you when we get back", he said, ignoring him.  He whistled, an ear piercing sound.  "Come on out, I got the guy!!!"

          A few seconds later, three other similarly dressed men landed on the ground.  "Good job boss, you managed to catch a scrawny teenager.  So amazing!!!", One of them said sarcastically, clapping his hands slowly.

          The man seemed to ignore him.  "I need you guys to scan him real quick.  I don't want him bringing any bugs or radiation into the place."

          Another guy pulled out a small device, stepping forward to start at John's feet, all the way to his head.  There was a loud beeping noise, and his eyes bulged out so much they looked like they would fall out.  John didn't know why, but he leaped into the air, strangely getting up to nine feet in the air before he grabbed into a branch and swung down, running as fast as he could, right as the first man fired his gun, which looked like a shotgun of sorts.  The tree that had been behind John had it's middle blown into hundreds of splinters, and it creaked over, hitting the ground with a crash.

          "Oh come on, not again!!!", John yelled.  He looked back to see one of the men pulling out a revolver.  He quickly picked up a rock about the size of his hand, spun around, chucked it as hard as he could at the guys head, and kept running.  He was greeted by the sound of the man falling to the ground with a thud.

          John leaped again, almost reaching the top of the hill by just doing that.  He was about to be off the hill, when there was the crashing sound of the shotgun, and John fell to the ground with a yelp, pain zigzagging from his head, and down his spine.  He stumbled back up awkwardly, stumbling forward, and there was another shot, which grazed his right leg.

          As he got out of the view of the people, he slowly touched the right side of his head, but winced and pulled his hand back in pain.  He looked at his hand, and thought he was going to faint.  There was a good amount of black liquid, which he guessed was blood.  It sizzled and bubbled, sending little wisps of smoke into the air.  He began walking a little faster, hearing leaves rustling and twigs snapping behind him.

          Judging by all the...  Well I guess it's blood, and the amount of pain going through my head right now, there must be a good sized hole in my head, and that I really should be dead right now.  Ya me, for making me indestructible...  Now I get to feel all this pain!!!  Ow!!!!!!
          John looked at his shoulder, his mind going blank for a second.  There was a dart there, a sky blue liquid inside of it emptying into him.  The dart from earlier had a clear substance in it, so this was probably different.  He stumbled forward, and another dart hit him in the arm.  Then another, and another.  The darts made him shiver, a growing cold spreading through him.  What is it...  About this place......  And Pain?????????  I mean come on............  Oh...  Falling over now......  Yep.........  Falling...............  Over........................"  John blacked out, still feeling pain while asleep.

A.N.

Don't you just love it when main characters get beat up???  Hahaha!!!  Any who, the only other thing I have to say is that you can find the Character and Species Sheet door OCs on my other thing Random Stuff Questions and answers from and to CrasherAuthor.  If you want an OC in the story, go there.  That's all for now.  BYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!