One thing I’d like to write in this travel log is… I’m not from this world. Crazy, right? Imagine yourself in my shoes: You wake up in a forest with nothing to your name and only your memories of what was. Next thing I know, I’m looking around in a forest when I see a three-eyed squirrel looking straight at me. Let me tell you something, you do not want to see that as soon as you wake up, so like any person would I started screaming and running away from the squirrel. That’s not even the end of it, the squirrel grew razor-like teeth and that might have scared me shitless, not that I’d ever admit it, after getting the squirrel off my trail I started to try and find my way to civilization, preferably a human one, since after that freak show of a squirrel chased, I realized that I was in fact either in another world or someone kidnapped me and I found a new species of squirrel. I was hoping for the latter more than the former. After a few hours of searching, I had no luck and even had a grumbling stomach. With no food or water, I’d soon die, which I realized after my very loud stomach decided to have a tantrum. That’s when I heard it. *Drip* *Drip* Water. I went closer to where I heard the sound, and lo and behold, there was a small puddle of water under some rocks I missed. I drank some and tried digging a makeshift well around the puddle. With the thirst problem on the back burner, I could focus on the food problem without worry. I searched around for… I swear I was here before. xxxxxxxxxx:10 He looked around and saw a squirrel with three eyes. He decided to run again for the ‘tenth’ time. ‘Was this the tenth or eleventh?’ -Part of Chapter 1