Baxter..the name inprinted on the black braclet on his wrist. His name maybe....couldnt remember for the life of him if it
was or not because he didnt remeber his name to begin with. It was like he was born fullygrown dropped right out of the sky.
The bodies around him told him nothing more then what he knew of himself. Baxter....saying it out loud brought up no memories
and the more he tried to remeber the harder and harder it became to stay in his head. It was like focusing his mind made his
sences turn off...he came out of the thought to find it was sunset he had been standing in the feild of dead bodies for hours.