Day 1

God knows for how long was I out cold. I just know I woke up with a splitting headache and staring into the nights sky. It was an immediate red flag. I lived in a major city the sky isn't supposed to be this clear or bright...I think. I was in no state to think it over or try to remember, my mind was in disarray and the headache was getting stronger.

I have no idea where I am, all I know is that I am on a hill. Which does little to help me, for the entire area is hills and plains from my viewpoint.

I need to think. I need to remember.

It has been two hours now and I still dunno if I should move or not.

My memories are coming back slowly. My name is David. So that is good I suppose now if someone finds my corpse they get to identify me_Ok maybe a bit to morbid.

I took a look at what was inside a small back pack next to me and it may look like I went on some hike or something: Two packs of canned tuna (12 all together), toast, 1l water bottle, I found this notebook here, two pens and a pencil. Theory one is that I may have blacked out while hiking from my campsite, this is the one and only theory at the moment.

The good news is that I am not alone here, I just encountered a group of people. There is eleven of us, myself included. Safety in numbers I suppose.

The bad news is, they have no idea where we are either and even more bad news is that they all woke together in a group whilst I was separate. They do not trust me, as a matter of fact our first meeting ended up with me getting tackled by a bruiser of a man, luckily for me the cooler heads in the group prevailed. I will keep my writing in secret for now, it is surprisingly helpful in keeping me calm and will help me vent if needed.

I will cont_

Day 2

Nearly got caught last night writing in this book. No breakfast today, we are mostly standing put on a hill, trying to figure our situation out. My memories are coming back, when I try to remember how I got here all I remember is my kitchen and then the headaches come back. My original theory is getting less and less believable.

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Considering most of the group was arguing at the time on the course of action we should take, I decided to socialize with the four members that distanced themselves from the rather tense argument.

The first I went to was the little girl and her brother, Katarina and Amin. The girl was shy, all I got from her is that she likes flowers and like all seven year old's is adorable. Her brother was alright I suppose, he looked my age and we had some small chats, naturally he was mostly focused on his sister and making sure she doesn't wonder off...or get too close to some people.

The third was one of the two Russians in the group, Sasha, a rather burly guy whose immediate reaction to my hand was to pat me on the back and tell me his whole life story. He is a law student and knows Ivan, he is the skinhead looking member of the group. I didn't like the look of Ivan, but Sasha assured me that while he does look mean he wouldn't harm a fly. Then again he immediately contradicted this by saying that he and Ivan are members of what I can only describe as a medieval Eastern-European fight club. So basically a bunch of people dress in medieval armor and proceed to beat the hell out of each other with medieval weaponry.

Turns out the fourth member of the outcasts was a mute or maybe he pretends to be a mute.

Right now Sasha was the only person I felt like I could trust, even though I still can't feel my back.

The group took a decision, we are all packing up and heading North.

I think one of them is about to wake up, in case I die these are the people in our group and should be suspects: Ivan, Caroline (The Texan Goliath) , Carlos, Ron, Jason, Jen, Amin, Sasha, Nemac (the mute kid, honestly calling him this was a major dick move by Ivan), ?Katarina?

I do not own Redwall or any of it's characters they belong to their respected owner/s. Rated "T" 9-15.

Edited this chapter of grammatical errors, it looks like I had a stroke.

This is a concept I wanted to kinda put out there, the whole story is gonna be told from the writers point of view in his journal.

For some that don't know what Nemac is it is a South/Slavic term for the German people but in our language it can also mean mute, because in ancient times the first people the Slavs met were Germans and they could not communicate with each other, so the Slavs called the Germans Nemci (mute people or mute ones).

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