He Woke Up Left For Dead.

by thebetweenspace

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He woke up left for dead. Where am I? he asked, scanning his environs. Pavement. White dotted lines. A highway.

What’s that over there? A dead body. Shot in the head. A raging inferno in the background, the smoldering remains of what used to be a car. Am I responsible for this?

Who am I? He pulled out his wallet, scanned his ID. Terry Jones.

He walked toward a tan Chevy Nova. Bullet holes.
Another bloody corpse. Did I kill him? Did someone try to kill me?

He looked in the side-view mirror. A ghastly reflection. He looked like a prize fighter after twelve rounds. His nose was broken. He was covered in blood. Why am I dressed like Rambo?

His mind flashed.

A hit of ecstasy.
An interrogation room.
A high speed chase.
A collision.
Left for dead.

He felt like he had woken up the morning after a night of heavy drinking, his memory all scrambled. Only he had no friends to fill in the details. One thing was certain: I have to get out of here.

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Comments

  1. He Woke Up Left For Dead.

    OrangeOreos' Buddy Icon OrangeOreos

    Posted 5 months ago

    Oh wow!

    Nice twist!

    More amnesia!

    This parallels the first ficlet in the series quite well!

    Almost as if on purpose….

    LoA

  2. He Woke Up Left For Dead.

    thebetweenspace's Buddy Icon thebetweenspace

    Posted 5 months ago

    I’m glad you picked up on that. ;)

    I’ve decided to look at this series kind of like a TV show.

    This is the end of Season One that leaves some loose ends, incorporates a new twist, returns to the beginning a bit and hopfully gives an appropriate cliffhanger feel. At least, that was my plan, in my playful, hopefully exciting last few entries.

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