LIMBO

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I couldn't remember anything that had happened before everything went black.

My eyes dimmed, half-closed, then I stood up. The grass rustled as I stepped forward.

Somehow, I had a pressing urge to continue onward, like I was searching for something important. I began to walk forward, and came to the end of a log. Below it was a hill and something spiky. I wanted to turn back, but the pressing urge to continue onward won me over. I jumped off and slid down the hill, coming to the spikes. I shivered, and jumped.

To be Continued