Somewhere in a not so distant future

Storyteller:

Six AM, he wipes the sleep from his eyes
Jack is his name, always in shape, physique so strong
Never or seldom he's sick, past 35, though not a wrinkle in sight

Ex international correspondent, though not scarred of this world

Jack: The forest seems calm, but I hear distant chirping

No human in sight, just me and nature

Futher into the greenery I run

Further away from the rays of sun
My pulse is raising with every step


I feel so alive

I feel that I'm not alone

Was there a black van behind that stone?
The sound of feet are following me
but there's no one in sight


Suddenly I hit the ground
Silhouettes surrounding me

A wet rag in my face
brings me dreamless sleep


I could never believe
could never foresee
this happening to me


Just a piece in a game?
Am I going insane?

What do they want from me?

I'm drifting away