I wake up with my face in the sand and the sound of waves behind me. Where am I? What happened? My memory seems to fail me. I pull myself up and brush off my clothes, noticing a backpack. It's mostly empty, just a few odds and ends, nothing of consequence. Suddenly, a flash of recollection, I hear a man screaming and the name "Dr. Wasteland." I look around and seem to be alone. There is a lighthouse in the distance, but something about it troubles me. I turn away from the ocean and walk towards the woods. I need to sit down and collect myself. Another flash of memory, this time sobbing, and a plea for help, someone whispers "Dr. Wasteland," again. I find a suitable tree to rest underneath and lean against it for support. Who is "Dr. Wasteland" and why do I remember his name? "Don't move!" a voice calls out. A man with a gun creeps up from behind a tree. "Drop what you have!" I oblige, knowing that I have nothing of value. He turns his attention to my gear and I run. Zipping between trees, I hear him shooting at me from behind. A round clips my shoulder and I fall to the ground. That's I hear something different, a scream, just like the one from my memory. I turn and see my attacker being torn apart by zombies. I pull myself underneath a group of bushes and pass out from shock. I have a dream, a dream I know was real. I'm trapped in a building, surrounded by evil men, all taunting and shooting at me. They are trying to scare me, and its working. I'm badly hurt. I need help soon. I radio for Dr. Wasteland. He tells me that he won't come into the city, that I need to meet him in the woods. Knowing that I'll die if I stay put anyway, I bolt for the woods. Dirt kicks up all around me as the men toy with me. I make it to the tree line. If they wanted to kill me, they would have, but they didn't and I feel a glimmer of hope. I feel myself fading and radio Dr. Wasteland, telling him the I safe place I have found and asking if he'll still help. He says "Of course. Stay Put." I did. I didn't move. I stayed put and I bled out. He never came. The Doctor never came and I died... I pick my head up from under the bushes and dragged myself over to the nameless man with the gun and take everything he has. I bandage my shoulder and reload the shotgun. I remember everything now. I pull my head wrap up over my face and know that I have a target. I whisper to myself, "Dr. Wasteland."
