Follow the Clues

I wake up in between trees, face on the ground. I don’t recognise the place. I don’t know how I got here. My mouth’s dry and gritty from inhaling dust.

The trees are shedding their leaves. Last time I was conscious, it was spring.

I hoist myself up. The movement causes a burst of pain to shoot from my head down my spine. I manage to sit, lean against a tree trunk. I’m nauseous with pain and fear. I look at the path in front of me.

There’s a message drawn into the dust.

It says: Thirsty? Follow the clues.

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This is my (very late) story for this week’s FFfAW. Find everyone who’s played this week here.

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