forum You're telling me I woke up from the dead 270 years in the future (O/O) OPEN

Started April 09, 2019 by @KalamariCakes

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"Hello?" A strangled voice came from the darkness some feet away. One full of fear. "Who is it?" The male voice demanded desperately— in near complete darkness, it was needless to say that the voice came as an unwanted startle.

His head snapped to the voice, slowly standing from where he sat, "I-I'm Alex," He said clearly, cursing the slight stutter, "Who are you?"

"Alex..?" He answered nervously, a little softer, "It's me, John?" Clearly he was mistaking this Alex for another.

"I'm sorry, I don't know a John. Does the Alex you know have a… a phone number? I can call them if you want." He took a step closer to John.

It was hard to see the man, he could really only see his skin. Everything else was a dark fuzz. There was a bewildered pause from him, "What?"

"A phone number. Does he have a phone number?" He asked again, "Do you even know where you are?" He took another step closer.

He had a weird accent too, something close to a southern accent, but not quite. "No," he admitted, audibly shuffling away.

"That's okay, um, here," Alex pulled out his phone and turned on the torch, shining it on himself so John could see him properly and smiled, "Let's start from the beginning. I'm Alex, and you're in (Insert city name here)"

"What," he exhaled in almost fear, "You've– what– kind of fire is that—?"

XD this is gonna be fun )

(Lmao XDD)

"Fire? It's uh… well, it's kinda hard to explain, it's not gonna burn you like real fire, though." Alex chuckled.

He pointed at it, stammering in amazement.

Alex couldn't help smiling, "Do you not know what a phone is?"

"Can— can I hold it? That, it's called a fone?" He laughed with amazement, and tried to stand up. From the light that reflected off Alex's face, he could kind of see John stumble and fall right back down.

Alex’s smile grew and he walked towards John, sitting down in front of him, holding out the phone, “Yes you can hold it, here.”

He turned the flashlight directly into his face, and flinched when the brightness caught him by surprise. The stranger was wearing old, old clothes, like he was one of those reenactors that worked at the historic park. It was hard to tell if he had freckles or dirt on his face, and his curly hair looked like it hadn't been cleaned in centuries. (Pun intended)

“Don’t hold it right into your eyes! You’ll blind yourself,” Alex said, gently pointing the torch away from his eyes, “Hey uh, where are you staying? I’ll give you a ride home.”

He took a moment to recover, blinking several times. "Ow, my eyes," he rubbed them, then took a deep breath and answered, "I don't.. really remember," he admitted, his playful curiosity devolving into a somber confusion. "I don't know where I am or what happened, I just, woke up under dirt." He mumbled.

Alex narrowed his eyes at the ground, then they widened at sudden realisation, “Under the dirt? And you woke up in a graveyard… that means you’re… you were… dead.”

John's face went blank. Many expressions crossed his path, before settling on disbelief. "That's impossible," he laughed weakly.

"Well, you're here, aren't you?" Alex raised a brow, "how else can you explain waking up in a graveyard, under a mound of dirt. I'm no scientist but that points to you being dead."

John looked back at the stone he'd crawled from, "Can I.. use the light, for a moment?"

Alex nodded and handed it to him, "Of course."

He handled the thin brick with shaking hands, shining it in the decrepit gravestone. He didn't even need to read all of it to make him tear up. "Oh." He gave it back quickly, "Oh. I remember, now.."

He titled his head to the side, "Would you care to tell me? You don't have to, but it would help so I know how to help you."

"Well," he inhaled slowly, "I'm a soldier? A patriot, actually. Under Washington,"