July 15, 2012
I awoke to the bumping of the truck, the smell of old gas, and the sound of wind blowing by the truck. We we're drving down an old dirt path in a forest somewhere. I was alone in the back seat, but was strapped down and had my hands behind my back. Panic instantly set in, and I started to struggle. The ropes snapped easily, and made me jump. How did that happen? I asked myself. But before I could answer it, the truck stopped abruptly setting me off balance. I stumbled about, until I fel out the back, and rolled down a hill. I fell right into the side of a tree, but didn't feel a thing.
I stood up, and decided to find out exactly what was going on. I looked down at my hands, they were part metal, and part skin. The metal was steel, and reflected light every which way. I took off my shirt, and looked at my chest. It was a metal skeleton with all my organs still working, but looking pretty gross. I put my shirt back on, and started thinking. I had no idea where I am, or where to go. I was in a forest, with a single road behind he, and seeming endless trees in front of me. I decided to walk into the forest, it seemed safer then the road. The forest floor was covered with pine needles, making a crunching sound with each step. The trees seem to touch the sky from my point of view, with branches extending every which way, and most of them dead. As I walked through the forest, I heard animals from all directions, but they were always a good distance away. I walked about a mile or two, when it started getting dark. I had no tools, or any way to find food. I remembered something in the soldiers manual how to start a fire with any two stones. So, I made a pile with small dead branches, and hit the rocks together. Nothing happened, no matter how many times I hit them together, eventually I gave up and kept walking in the same direction, I was aiming north from the tree moss. As it got darker, I noticed a glow coming from a small clearing to my right. I decided to walk towards it, hoping it was a house or some campers that could help me. As I neared the source of the glow, it was a house after all. A old abandoned shack, with a flickering light from a fire place inside. It was mostly brick, with straw on the roof, and a wooden door. I was started to get a chill, that I could feel inside me. It's going to be a long time before I get used to my new form. I walked up to the wood porch trying not to make a sound, but almost every step made the wood creak below my weight. The metal frame must have added more weight then I liked. I peered trough the small window, and what I saw made what skin I had left crawl. It looked like a normal house, with a bed in the corner, a warm color to the inside, and pictures on the fire place frame. But something about was wrong, I couldn't put my finger on it. As I opened the door it creaked, making me hesitate. I looked for any signs of someone living here, but it was empty. I closed the door, and instantly went to the bed. I took of my coat and boots, and lied down. The bed creaked just as bad as the door, and smelled of old sweat. I hadn't realized how tired I really was, so I pulled the sheet's up to my neck and fell asleep.
I woke up to the sound of birds outside, and a cold wind against the house. As soon as I took off my blankets a chill ran across my body, so I hurriedly put my shirt and boots on. It felt odd, the chill, it felt like it was blowing right through me, instead of on me. I walked out the door, and breathed in the morning air. The birds in the trees were chirping, but I couldn't see any. There was dew on the grass, making it reflect the sun, giving the ground a interesting look. As I looked around, i heard a truck in the distance. I hadent gone as far as I thought from the road.
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