A man with no memory wakes up in a strange new world.
All Characters are over the age of 18.
Adam woke up to the feeling of the hot morning sun on his body.
At least he thought his name was Adam, he couldn't recall any other name that may suit him, be it first middle or last.
In fact, he couldn't think of any other names at all, he had no idea what someone else would be called, every answer he tried to come up with was also another word in the English language, Hope, River, Rich etc, He remembered these words and that they also happened to be names but nothing else.
He also had no memory of how he got there in the first place, laying buck naked in a grassy field. He didn't remember yesterday, the day before or even the previous years, as much as he struggled he couldn't put together any history at all, be it personal or even ancient.
It was strange how normal the surrounding area around him was, while he had no memory tied to any of the trees, the grass or the lake just a few meters away he knew what they were, he just couldn't find the source of the information in his head.
Upon standing up he immediately felt the cold breeze grace his bare skin, leaving him suddenly aware that he was naked.
"Modesty, that's the word," he thought to himself, he found it interesting that of all things he remembered included among them was the impulse to be embarrassed when he's naked outdoors.
After taking a moment to ensure that there was no one around, Adam let his hands fall to his sides and approached the lake.
The water was cool and crisp, a small taste determined it was probably safe enough to drink. He decided to go all in and dunk his face in the water, washing off any sweat or whatever else he had been covered in while he was unconscious.
When he pulled his face out and looked around he was shocked to find bright red in the middle of lush forest green.
On the other side of the lake was a shipping container perched on a large rock, the rock was the flattest space in the area which might've suggested it was put there on purpose.
After a quick swim across the lake, don't ask him how he knew how to swim, you know the drill, he approached the container.
It looked to be brand new with hardly a scratch in its deep maroon paint, save for where they would've attached carrying hooks to lift it up via crane or hovercraft.
On the door was a message written in black spray paint, simply reading "For Adam".
Following the given instructions he carefully opened the cage finding it stuffed to the brim with supplies and simple building materials.
"What the fuck," he mumbled to himself as he pulled out what looked like a small bed frame, "Who the hell left this here?"
Judging by the fact it had his name on the door it must've been left for him. Had this been dropped here the same time he was?
Whatever the answer was it suggested that he wasn't here by some cosmic coincidence, he was dropped here by something else, by someone else.
He determined that he had to make the most of his time and began to work, unpacking the container and making note of what he found.
He set up the single bed pressed up against the container and created a small tent out of some tarps and a couple of poles he put in the ground to make himself a little shelter, with a roof and four decently secure walls, it wouldn't stop any intruders but it should protect him from the rain.
Next to the tent, far enough away to be safe he set up a small campfire for warmth and light that he used to cook up some food he found at the back of the container.
Satisfied with his camp and with the sun going down Adam decided to call it a night. He tried his best to keep the questions he had out of his mind as he slowly fell asleep.
At least he tried.
A couple of hours later, Adam's eyes shot open in the pitch black.
Did he hear something or did he just dream it?
His question was answered when he heard it again, this time with a conscious ear.
It could've been an animal, a dying rodent being mauled to death by a dangerous predator. He had locked away his food so whatever it was had no reason to come near his camp, he just had to remain vigilant and he would be fine.
But something about the cry seemed awfully... human.
Against his better judgement, he grabbed the knife and the flashlight he kept next to his bed and went off towards the cry.
The woods were a terrifying new animal in the darkness, what seemed so safe and familiar became alien and threatening in the dark shadows revealed by the beam of his flashlight.
His light danced back and forth at every crack and every noise he heard, wind rustling leaves, breaking sticks, a wolf howling in the distance.
He was about to turn around when his light fell on the source of the noise, a woman lying in the dirt, naked as he was with blood gushing from a wound on her stomach.
She cried out in fear when the light hit her.
"Woah, woah, woah," He assured her, shining the light on himself so she could see his face,
Did he have a friendly face? He didn't remember what his face looked like.
"It's okay," he continued, making a point to drop his knife on the ground where she couldn't be threatened by it, "I'm not gonna hurt you, you're safe."
He aimed the flashlight behind her to find a stone wall stained with the red sheen of blood.
"I have a first aid kit back at my camp," he explained to her, "Do you think you can walk?"
"I don't think so," she gasped, whimpering in pain.
"It's okay, it's okay," Adam said, picking up his knife and slipping it into the sheath he had wrapped around his ankle, "I'm gonna carry you, okay?"
The woman bit her lip and nodded.
"Just keep pressure on it," Adam instructed her as he carefully slid one arm behind her back and another under her knees.
He was surprised at how light she seemed, he must be strong.
Using the flashlight to watch his step he carried her towards his campfire in the distance, even in the darkness he could see her piercing blue eyes staring at him.
"I'm Adam," He said awkwardly, only just now remembering they were both naked.
He couldn't say he didn't enjoy the feeling of her soft warm skin on his, he could barely see her but he couldn't deny the way his body was reacting to her presence.
"Eve," the woman responded, "At least I think my name's Eve,"
Adam felt that something should've been ironic about this moment but he couldn't place what.
"Nice to meet you, Eve," he said as the light of the campfire illuminated them both, "I'm gonna put you down now, alright? Just here on the blanket,"
He kicked some spare tarp he had left over from his tent flat to the ground next to the fire and laid her gently on top. Quickly diving back into his tent for only a moment to grab the first aid kit.
"You know what you're doing here?" Eve asked as Adam flipped open the case and grabbed a bottle of rubbing alcohol,
"Apparently," Adam shrugged, watching his hands somehow know exactly what to do, lifting a cotton swab dipped in the alcohol carefully to her cut.
"That stings," Eve winced, "I think I knew that, I'm not sure,"
