The Cemetery; The Caretaker
The introduction: I'm Looking to self publish this via Amazon, it's being edited at present.
Confusion, Panic, Pain, Cold, Wet……………….
Where am I?
WHY AM I LYING IN THE MUD?
WHY AM I NAKED?
These question pounded round and round in my head as the painic and fear in mymind grew. I was too close to the ground to be able to see anything, plus it was dark, so, so dark.
“Well, where is she,” Someone shouted! (My panic rose, I knew that voice and it filled me with fear. But who is it and why do I know him?)
Someone mumbled a response.
“Well find her. She has broken feet, how can she have run away?"
More mumbles and then the voices began to move closers.
It was odd was strange, but somehow I knew I could trust him, but why? Who was he?
So many questions still flying round my head: Where was I? How did I get here? Why were the voices looking for me? How had my feet got broken?
The footsteps were getting softer so I assumed they were moving away from us. I felt strong arms picking me up, then a cape raping round me, and we moved off into the darkness, the rest is gone, so I assume I passed out.