*Zac*
I am not ready to wake up yet, but some very annoying bird insist on singing right outside my window extremely loud. Reluctantly I open my eyes, doesn't Sound like the little shite out there is about to shut up. I manage to sit halfway up, before I have to give up and with a groan I fall back on the pillow. Every fiber in my body is protesting, like I have worked out for hours yesterday. I suddenly realise that I am naked.. like totally naked.

I mean how big is the chance that I decide to sleep naked in a house full of men ? Yup zero, nil, nada ! Where the fuck are my clothes ?

The clothes isn't on the chair and it's not on the floor either. It's not really my style getting naked outside and strolling through the house showing of my arse before getting into bed. Actually I can't remember shit about how I got into bed. The last thing I remember is sitting outside barbecuing and getting a couple of beers with my uncles. It had been cool enough, but then I had gotten a bad stomach ache and I had went to the bathroom.

What had happened then ?

  The woods, I had been in the woods. How did I get there ? There is a giant gap in my memory between the bathroom and the woods.

Wait a minute ! The woods !

I had run into the Wood in a panic. Some big animal had been chasing me !

It had been about to eat me.. and then.. then I woke up here in the bed. Groaning I grab my head. I must have had too much to drink. Alcohol is not good for Your health. The logical explanation has to be that my clothes is in the bathroom and that I had probably painted the whole toilet in puke. But I don't detect any bad smells from myself, well except a bit of sweaty gnu. Had I taken a bath before taking my inebriated self to bed ?

Cool ! At least I remember to clean myself up before passing out ! This is it, I am never ever drinking alcohol again.

Gasping with pain I Got out of bed. Ouch, fuck it hurts ! It's like walking on pebbles or something, and I limp to my bag. I find a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, slowly pulling them on my pained body before stumbling out the room.

"Morning princess, slept well ?" I am greeted in the kitchen. The smell of bacon and scrambled eggs make my stomach revolt.

"What the hell did you idiots put in my beer ?" I croak hoarsely. My tongue is sticking to the roof of my mouth and I have a horrid metallic taste in my mouth. Seriously ! I am never drinking again !

My uncles looks at each other laughing. Martin asks. "Why do you think we spiked Your beer ?"

"Well because I can't remember shit and I had the most psychedelic dream ever ! What they hell did you make me do last night ? My whole body hurts like hell man". I stare at them.

"It'll pass. You just need some food and out for a run to clear Your head". Jonas say grinning.

"I think I'll just hit the shower. I am so not hungry. I feel like I have eaten half a cow or something". I say rubbing my stomach.

My uncles break down with laughter.

"What the hell is wrong with you two ?"

"Nothing, sorry. Got take a shower kid. We are going into town to stock up on stuff and we need more firewood". Jonas said. "We are barbecuing again tonight".

They are laughing again, like it is some joke only they got. I shake my head and decide to ignore them.

In the bathroom I look at myself in the mirror. Red eyes and my hair is a mess. I'm a bit busted to look at, but remarkable fresh taking into consideration how my body feels. Maybe I should go for a run, just a short one before hitting the shower.

Back in the bedroom I grab a pair of sweatpants and pull them on. Great ! I must have brought my brothers clothes. I look like a freaking ballet dancer in these.

There is a knock on the door. "Hey Nice ass in those pants princess". Martin says laughing. He throws a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the bed. "You can borrow at set of mine".

"How did you know.. ?"

"I couldn't help noticing that t-shirt was a bit.. strained this morning". He says with a chuckle. Why is everything so funny today.

"Must have taken Andy's clothes by accident". I let out an embarrassed laugh and look down myself.

"Nah it's all Your own. You just outgrew it. We pumped you full of steroids last Night and you had a roid-rage". Martin said, putting an arm around my shoulder.

I angrily slap his arm away. "You got to be kidding me".

"No, it was so much fun. You gave a little dance number and showed us those new bulging guns you are packing". Martin just chuckles. "But go for a run kid and we'll talk about it all when you get back. Believe me you are going to wish that we had doped you up". He laughs again, closing the door.

Feeling annoyed I pull of the Way to tight t-shirt. Like I could really outgrow my clothes in one night. Asshat ! I must have been more upset than I even realised when we left. I mean how on earth did I manage to pack my kid brothers clothes ? The clothes Martin had left me is a tiny bit loose, but it was much better than having a permanent wedgie, so I put it on and get my shoes.

At least you brought your own shoes you idiot. Well that is one thing you Can manage to do right.

I hear the others giggle when I move through the house, but I ignore them heading for the front door. I can't deal with their shit right now.

Go for a run. Come back and hear them out. There is a totally natural explanation here !

Outside the house I take a deep breath, holding the air in my lungs for a moment, breathing out slowly, while enjoying the beautiful view in front of me.

The house is placed on a km wide plateau, far up in the mountains. The cleared area was surrounded by dense forest. To the south the mountains rose. I had heard about this place all my life, but it was more beautiful than I could ever imagine.

I scrunch up my forehead, turning towards the forest. Whatever they have given me it must still be in my system, because the contrast is much clearer and my ears Can differentiate every birds song. The scents around me makes me breathe in deeply. I read somewhere that some mushrooms Can expand Your senses and make you hallucination. If they had put something like that in the food that are seriously deranged. But what else could explain that my body seems bigger and I have super senses ?

Fuck it ! I Can deal with those asshats when I get back. The air is clearing my head and I already feel much better.

After another deep breath I start jogging down the small dirt road that lead down to the main road. I am not really blessed with the best sense of direction, so I decided to stay on the dirt road. I don't want to get lost.

When I have been running for some time my muscles were warm and the stiftes almost gone. Surprised I realise that I am not the least out of breath and every steph seems to give me more energy. I up the tempo, but it still doesn't seem to tire me and my muscles hasn't started to burn.

"Well let's see what you can do". I mumble to myself and up the pace even more. I keep upping my tempo until I am racing through the forest. It feels like I am flying through the trees and I can't help laughing out loud.

This acid trip is fucking awesome anyways !

It's first when I reach the main road my breathing is getting a bit heavier. I stop and look back. There have to be about 5 km from here to the house. I do work out a bit, but I have never run this far without being totally out of breath and never this fast. To my surprise my body doesn't feel tired at all when I lean against a tree stretching. Actually I feel much more geared than when I started.

With a supercilious grin I sprint back towards the cabin. I pressure myself, feeling like I hardly touch the ground, running at max speed. I have definitely never run this fast before; for fucks sake it shouldn't be humanly possible to run this fast. And for some reason I can still see every detail in the forest. Your brain can seriously convince you about some sick shit.

When I reach the house my body is finally marked by the high tempo. Okay those drugs must be burned of now. Because this isn't fun any longer.

Out of breath and sweaty I lean against the little steel shack next to the cabin, breathing rather hard and look at my watch. No that can't be right. It has only been around ten minutes. Oh shit ! My eyes travel up my arm. Holy fuck where does those muscles come from ? I look like some fucking superhero here.

"Okay I am so freaking out now". I gasp. Think, think, think before you lose it completely, just think !

"Hey Jonas is it to early for a cold brewsky ?" Martins laughing voice sounds from the door. "Because I got a princess here having a melt down. Come on in and we'll talk it through okay ?"

I stare at the big man in the doorway. "If you have an explanation for this I like to hear it like five minutes ago. Look at me for fucks sake". I yell throwing out my arms. "I look like... Well you".

"Not likely, you'll have to work a little more for that". Martin chuckles. Then he turns. "Kitchen, now !"

Fuck !