Mud He woke up face down in the mud, with the rain falling on his back in heavy drops. After a minute he shivered, realised that he was going to have to move at some point, and lifted his head. The rain ran lines of black across his face as he clambered to his feet and took in his surroundings. Nothing. Fields as far as he could see, which in this weather wasn't very far at all. Suddenly he remembered the watch and began rifling through his pockets. There it was inside his breast pocket, he heaved a sigh of relief and with a quick look around decided to head north, or at least what he considered to be north, and if he was completely honest at this point it hardly mattered.
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