I awoke, lying flat on my back. The ground was cold and smelled like rotting wood and moss. I lifted my head and hazily looked around. I saw wilting trees, and fog. The fog was thick, and i could hardly see my hand through it. My eyes were blurry and felt like i had been crying for a while. Almost immediatly after realizing i was alone in the woods, and having no idea how i got there, I felt a throbing pain on the crown of my head. I slowly lifted my hand to my head. My arm felt like it weighed an extra 30 pounds. I felt something warm and wet. As soon as the tips of my finger touched my throbing...