InsaneJournal

Remus had woken in the forest with strange people. He'd been polite enough but hadn't been particularly interested in sticking around to chat. He didn't have his wand and he felt a little sick to his stomach, and he was exhausted, and all he wanted to do was find a place to sleep. But he couldn't. He had no idea where he was, but he was relatively sure that it was muggle, because there wasn't anything magic around here, none of those people had wands.. and though the dark-haired man had looked like some sort of nymph, he certainly hadn't acted like one. So the werewolf had taken his leave and decided to explore on his own. He'd passed slowly by buildings, looking like a victim from some big-name zombie movie. His face had a patch of gauze over the cheek, taped into place, there was a cut over his opposite eyebrow, a little bit of brusing there along his jaw. One of his hands had gauze on the back and a few fingers had bandages. There were more of those patched wounds under his pale blue, white-spotted cotton PJs. They had long sleeves and long pants, and sock-covered feet were now dirty from walking on the road, and he'd come to a slow stop in front of the thrift store, looking up at the sign. Maybe he could find shoes in there, but then again, he didn't have any money to buy them with.

Where was he? He'd been asleep in his bed in the hospital wing, then he was suddenly waking in the forest with those people and.. the sixteen year old boy let out a breath and lifted an injured hand to ruffle through mouse-brown (sometimes dirty blonde, in the right light) hair, causing the small streaks of gray to spread out a little and become somewhat less noticable.

Now what?