Oliver woke up in a strange place. He did not know where it was... or why he was there. Just a moment ago, he was in his bed, sleeping, and now he was here. Soon, eleven others popped into existence, as confused as he was. it was quick for the group of twelve to notice they were on a tall cliff, though there was an easy way to get down, when they looked from the side.
However, someone thought it was a dream, and immediately went to the edge, pleading with the others to jump with him. Oliver came to the side to watch with the others as a man he never knew jumped off the edge. Oliver expected him to tumble down and die of a broken bone, but he and the others were traumatized as he hit the ground with a splat, in a large, bloody puddle, painting the surrounding trees with a thick, red paint.
i rewrote it
