"Curse the weather," Caleb muttered, pulling his tattered hood over his head. Rain fell relentlessly to the earth and enveloped the forest in a misty scent. He had been wandering aimlessly for weeks. His memories were gone, or they always seemed to slip from his grasp when he tried to reach them. He could only remember three faces: his father, dead, his mother, also dead, and his sister. She was his last family member, and yet he couldn't find her.
I can only pray now...it's not as if I have my wits about me anyways. He thought, stumbling over a fallen log. He quickly regained his balance and sighed. He had a long way to go before he could regain what he had lost.