In a moist, dark corridor, with no memory of who and where I am.
A stiff, aching, freezing body and a throbbing headache.
Thats me. Not a fun time. Not. At. All.
But hey! It could be worse. Atleast I still have my cell phone, I can call someone for help and get myself of this mess.
...
Ah, fuck.
I don't even feel surprised.
...
Welp. Cellphone gone, carry on.
My headache has actually lessened a lot, so lets get moving. I dont want to freeze to death in this depressing ahh dumbster, something smells really bad in here.
Like a rotting corpse.
Is that blood..?
Maybe its just red paint, I shouldn't jump to conclusions.
Who am I kidding, its blood. Of course it is. And a lot of it...
It forms a line, leading directly to me.
I'm afraid of looking down at myself, but I do so anyway. I'm drenched in it. From head to toe, everything is red and sticky. So thats why i am feeling so moist and uncomfortable... its still warm.
Wait, is this my blood?! Am I bleeding??
I check myself and no, nothing besides blood, grime and scars (and clothes) covers my body. Damn, that are a lot of scars... No wounds, so the blood isn't mine. Then whose blood is it?
My eyes follow the line of dried blood on the floor, it disappears behind a corner.
I hesitate, should i follow the trail of blood? After all, by the looks of it, I fled from there. Leaving this trail of blood behind as I ran away, eventually collapsing due to blood loss. I should continue in the opposite direction, I'm sure I had a good reason to run away from whatever wounded me so grievously.
Oh wait. Im a dumbass. I dont have any wounds, this is not my blood...
This would mean whoever left this trail of blood ran away from ME! Not the other way around.
"Im not in danger Skyler, I AM the danger!"
I suddenly feel a lot better after my little joke, even though I dont remember what exactly I was referencing. It just popped up in my head, it felt good to say it.
Moving on, the fact is that I may not be in such a precarious position after all...
Sure, i may have some trouble with the police now, but it sure beats having a killer or something going after me. I'll just say it was self-defense.
No matter, even if it were my blood, I'd still follow it. I'm freezing and have no idea where and who I am, this is quite literally my only lead on gaining some clarity of this whole situation.
Now the hardest part: Getting up. I cant even feel my arms and legs anymore, so this may take a while...
...
Finally I'm standing after who knows how much time has passed. Feeling has returned to my limbs, but I can't say I'm happy about it. My muscles ache and it feels like my bones may break.
But it is tolerable.
So on wobbly legs and leaning against the wall, I steadily traverse the dark corridors and follow the bloody trail, unsure of what I may find at the end of it.