Stranger Things

I inhale sharply as my eyes widen at the sight of my blood-covered hand. I instinctively look at my other hand and I realize that it’s covered in blood too.

“Oh my gosh. Oh, sh*t,” I mumble to myself in fear. What the hell is going on? With a labored breath, I reach for the person laying on the forest floor regardless of the blood on me. As soon as I touch the individual, the man begins to cough and groan in pain.

“Help me,” He begs me, and the thought of me being naked goes to the back of my head when the guy turns his body around, revealing his stomach. His guts are literally out, spilled onto his body.

How the hell is he still alive? And why do I have blood on my hands? Did I do this, or is this another nightmare? I really do hope this is a nightmare.

“Please, help me,” The man wheezes as squints his eye, trying his best to stay conscious, or even alive.

“Uh, tell me what to do?” I ask him frantically as my eyes land on the severity of his wound. He is so messed up right now. Look