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?