Reign of Fire

My heart nearly jumps out of my chest as I sit up, as if waking from a nightmare. I catch my breath as I meet my bleak surroundings. Woods. Woods everywhere. Freezing temperatures, topped off with snow everywhere.

My attire didn't match the climate; Jeans and a t-shirt. I frown, then I cough and started rubbing my arms for heat. "How the heck did I get here?" I think. I search my pockets for anything that could help me.

A hunting knife and a match.

That was my inventory. I sighed, my hot breath clouding out from my lips as it travels up. I get up, deciding to start a fire to keep warm. With my knife I start by getting some limbs, then I dig into the snow to make a pit then put the limbs into the pit.

I carefully orchestrated the limbs together, I had one match, one shot to light a fire. I coughed into my elbow, shivering a bit already and my fingers already shaking as I work.

I sat back on my knees and held my breath as I strike the match on my pant zipper, then cover the flame carefully holding it to the pile I put together. The match burnt out but there were some hot embers and I figure I could work with it. I bent close to it and blowed on it carefully and little flames jump from the wood.

I sit back and cough again as the fire catches on. I warm my hands and sit close to the fire. "How the heck did I get here?" I try to think but there's a problem: I don't remember anything.

"My name is Alvador." I say out loud just to confirm it. But nothing else comes to mind. Nothing. Why can't I remember anything?

Notes

This is my first fan fiction (with Eliza Rush co-author). I hope you all like it.