He opened his eyes to see a blurry blue sky above him. The ground he was laying on was soft and cool. Sitting up he looked around. Off in the distance there was some sort of large plant forest. To his right was a small lake with a river flowing out of it. Beneath him was a soft sand deposit.

Where am I? How’d I get here? Looking down, Why the fuck am I naked? Whose knife is this? He reaches in between his legs and pulls the metallic knife out of the ground. The blade glistened in the setting sun with a green tint. The straight blade was six inches long with a hooked point and serrated ridge near the hand guard. The handle was wrapped with some sort of hide.