I wander through the forest looking around, searching for a way out. Trapped. I'm trapped. How long have I been here? What's my name? Where am I from? Why did I come here? My mind is spinning with questions. (Some one wanna pick up on the story and write the next part?)
I've been out here for ten days. I think. Hard to tell how long it's been when the forest is so dark. All I know is that I'm being watched. I can feel something behind me every step I take. The question is... who or what is it?
I found a picture on the ground,I flip the picture and the note say"Day one,I found this picture,it's my wife,Candra and my son,Dan.I'm lost in the game,the surviving games.I forgot everything,I remember my wife and son by this picture and the surviving games.Please if you're a blonde woman with blue eyes your my wife."Is this true?If so,who wrote this?
(Been there ten days. Wouldn't have been last night. As well, stop being assholes. Respect that they want to write a story this way rather than the traditional way. If you are going to add to it, write like it was your own story.)