Darkness.
Swimming in an endless sea of darkness. Eyes open. Sky above. Sand below. The sound of water. Sit up. Stand up. Look around. Where am I? Suddenly there are so many questions. Where am I? What am I doing here? Where is here? Who am I? There is nothing. Nothing but the endless, endless darkness. No memory. No name. No nothing. Wandering. Wandering. Suddenly pain. There is a knife. There is blood. Collapse to the ground. Glance up. Person. Standing there, holding the knife. Pain. More darkness. Fading. Fading away. Dying. Kill or be killed. Run. Fight. Survive. This Is Roanoke, And There Is Nothing More.
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