User blog:Habrish/The Habrish Diaries 2nd Entry

The Habrish Diaries Entry 2

I awoke again. A newspaper was covering my face. Where did it come from? I sat up warily. Slowly taking in my surroundings. I was at what appeared to an abonded train station. A flash of memory. A woman in a blue dress. Was she real? She wasn't here now.

I took a closer look at the newspaper that was now in my hand. Darkwood Times April 16, 1915 1915? That didn't seem right. The year was...Pain...pain... I decied to forget about the year for now and read some more of the newspaper. A story taking up the front entire front page was a strange mist that has engulped the city. Was this mist connected to the fog that led me here? Pain...pain... Everything went fuzzy. I was going to pass out again. Dammit!