The Water

(This story has no dialogue on purpose. It's a story written in dialogue though. A man is telling a story of his adventures to another)

I walked up the rocky mountain. I spied a stream and happily skipped towards it. I cupped the water and drank from it. I fell asleep and I was told I could be set free. I woke up at nighttime and built my camp. It was around midnight when I heard a strange sound. I wasn't like anything I heard before. I saw my tent getting destroyed right before my eyes. I ran as fast as I could and then a sharp pain stabbed me in the leg, I fell down and saw my leg bleeding. Something had stabbed me. I felt the stinging rising towards my head until it consumed me. I don't remember anything after that except waking up in the hospital. It was odd...