You are in a field. Rotting wood has sunk to the depths of a creek. The air smells wet and somewhat digestive.
- You seem to sink with each step, your head nearly dragging into the watery earth. As you suddenly reach sturdy ground you collapse atop it. You inhale with effort and exhale vaporized blood, repetition bringing cleaner breathing.
Inventory:
- You carry only a bent knife and a smashed radio. It has been a long ride. Your blue jeans are shredded; the T-shirt, stretched 2 sizes larger, is more red than white, and your shoes are unaccounted for. You wear a crumpled paper party hat.
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