John gasped as he sat up. He breathed hard. It felt like he had been suffocating. He looked around, and was confused. He was in the middle of an overgrown field, with a forest to each side.

This isn't right, John thought. I don't know why, but there's a little voice in my head telling me I shouldn't be here.

He sat up and looked at his surroundings more closely. The sky was covered by thick clouds, but a little light poked through them, showing that it was still day. Judging by the drops of water on the grass and ferns, it looked like it had been raining heavily. He seemed to have been unaffected though.

To John's left was thick woods, but to the right, was a towering, crumbling structure, that was constructed from grey bricks and colorful glass.

It's a church, he thought. Wait, how do I know what a church looks like? And what the heck is a church?!?! He shrugged, and started walking towards the building. I guess I'll find out... In the big, spooky building.

While he walked, he tried to take in some of of his own appearance. He wore a grey jacket and jeans, and a heavy red backpack was on his back, between his shoulders.

Okay, I'm really considering punching whatever caused me to forget stuff!!! I mean come on!!!!!!!!!!
John finally reached the church, stepping into a hole in the side. All the chairs and church pews were turned over and snapped into smaller pieces. There were torches lining the walls, and a door at the end of the room led to a stair way. Were the torches leading downstairs lit? John had thought the place was abandoned.

Why am I so quick to think I'm alone? I feel like I almost know something happened, and that no one should be around...

John cautiously walked down the stairs, making sure he didn't cause any of the wooden steps to creek, for fear of alerting anything of his presence. The lit torches had a strange red flame to them, and they lit his slow decent.

Why do I feel like that fire is the wrong color?

Finally after a few minutes, he reached the bottom of the stairs, and he struggled to stop himself from syeing with relief.

Dang, I thought those stairs were going to go on forever.

He slowly peaked out the opening at the end of the steps. There was a large room. The ground was patted down dirt, and the ceiling was held up by hundreds of thick, stone pillars, which formed a maze of sorts. On these, there were more red flamed torches, which lit the whole room with a dim light.

Then, he heard voices from somewhere in the middle of all the stone columns. Crouching down, he jumped behind column after column. Finally, he made it to the center, where three people, two guys, one a taller one with light brown, jeans, a leather jacket, with a long sword, and another with glasses, a large bag, jeans, and a short sleeve shirt on. By them there was a girl with long blond hair, a white short sleeve shirt, a black jacket, and jeans. She also had two leather gauntlets with bright green gems in the knuckles, one for each hand. They were all putting something in the large bag, while having a quiet conversation. Hiding in the shadows, John listened. This only seemed to make him more confused.

"Did you have any success catching our friend?"

"Are you kidding? That thing stepped right into the bear trap. And then it bent right around his leg. That's the hardest metal I have available, and it bent right around his right leg like rubber. I swear, if we don't catch that thing soon, we might have to move everyone somewhere safer."

"At least the curfew has saved some lives. And where are we gonna move sixty people? Wait...Make that fifty nine."

"This won't stop it, but it'll keep him away for a little longer."

"And then we're done for, and get a front row seat to watch horror and demon central."

Before John could stop himself, he slipped on some loose earth, giving himself away. There was a long silence as John hid, and he knew that the three people were staining right where he was.

"Step out right now."

"Don't... Shoot," John said. "Or stab, or burn, or just plain murder me..."

"We won't if you step out."

"I mean, should I just come out, or do you want me to slowly side step out, and should I put my hands out, or-"

"Just get out here!"

John slowly stepped out, his hands behind his back. The guy with the sword quickly pinned him to one of the stone columns, his sword lightly against the back of John's neck. He ripped the backpack off of his back, dropping the contents of it all over the floor.

"Hey! I would have let you look through my bag if you'd asked nicely!!! What do you think I'm doing, making bombs? Besides, I haven't even looked through it, so if you found anything bad, I'd be just as surprised as you."

After looking through everything, all the objects were put back in the bag, which was given back to John.

"What do you mean you haven't looked through it?", the guy with the sword asked. "I thought you said it was yours. Did you steal it?"

"No! I'd never do that. I just woke up with amnesia in the field out there with my bag. I saw the church, and thought I'd see if I could find anyone."

The sword guy frowned and sighed, while his two friends watched in interest. "Look, I'd really like to think I can trust you, but I just don't know you." He looked to his friends. "I think we should bring him back with us. We'll have more time to question him at home."

As they started to walk away, while keeping a close eye on John, one of the smaller pieces of machinery the guy with the glasses had bumped into John's side, and it started making a loud beeping noise.

"Frederick, will you please shut that thing up!", the blond girl snapped.

"Wait a second," Fredrick said, adjusting his glasses, and taking the contraption out of his pocket, putting it in front of John's face. The beeping grew louder. His eyes went wide, and he stared back a forth from John, to the devices glowing screen. Then, his words came out in a panicked rush, and he stepped back clumsily. "Demon! He's a demon!"

John was right about to ask what that meant, when the sword guy grabbed his blade, and swung it at John's neck. Ducking, he bashed his head into one of the stone columns as hard as he could. Then, as the girl came charging, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her across the area into another column. He quickly grabbed the backpack of a shocked Frederick. He didn't know why, he just felt like he might need it.

John ran as quickly as he could, not bothering to look back. Not even when he ran into pooring rain. He just pulled his hood over his head, without stopping, and ran into the thick forest.

Well that was a great first impression, he thought as he ran. I could have been killed. And what makes them think I'm a demon or a monster!!! Although, I guess I shouldn't have taken that poor guys bag. I still think there probably all insane though. Then, he stopped to think, and catch his breath. Climbing onto a thick tree branch, and setting both the bags next to him, he tried to calm himself down. You need to rest... When you wake up tommarow, you can try and figure everything out tommarow. Besides, you only had a few ours of daylight left. Ofcoarse you didn't do much. You can also wait till tommarow to look through the backpacks. John sighed and listened to the sound of the rain piterpatering on the leaves, and the occasional cricket chirping. Slowly, he drifted of into a restless sleep.