((OOC)) It happened again. It always does about this time of the month. Like a woman's period, but with a lot more blood and others being hurt more than me. Where am I? Forest. As usual. Hm. Finger's aren't healing as fast as normal. Oh, no, never mind. I'm sick of this. All the death. All the blood. All the blackouts. I need answers. Alan began to look around at his surroundings. It was the usual spot. The trees here grew tall with warped wood, having been fed with the blood of hundreds of victims over the past few years. He liked this spot, but he also hated it. He tried remembering where the lab was. That dreaded lab. It gave him the shivers to think about. He remembered when he woke up there. And how he escaped. As much as he despised his "re-birth place", it was time for another visit. "I'm going home."