He got up and groped his way back to the living room.
It was day — so he finally had a bit of light. As he looked out of the window frame, he couldn't see clouds or the sun, he was unable to see anything, besides a wall of fog.
'So the sand in the air hadn't settled down'. But the air felt a bit fresher.
He looked around the room, there was comfy furniture, and it looked as if people had lived here not long ago, if you ignored the floor tilting lightly to the right, and the sand everywhere. He went to the other rooms in the apartment he was currently in, and he stopped a second when he saw a room with furniture for children. Moving on, he found the parents' bedroom.
He found a red jogging suit with a hood (!), which was good enough. He wiped the vomit off himself with his old clothes, and got himself dressed, putting the hood over his head. Then he went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge; there was nothing; the people who were here had likely plundered it already.
He was unbelievably thirsty, but he had a feeling that it would be better if he first found something for himself to drink. If he got upstairs and asked for water, why should they give it to him? He didn't want to fight or strain a nonexistent relationship. At this moment, they were all in the same boat, and honestly, he didn't want to be alone in this shit.
So before going upstairs, he wanted to fulfill his basic needs, then see how it goes in the future. His entrance yesterday was not all that glamorous, with vomiting the bathroom into uselessness.
Another reason for going out was that there was light, and he didn't know how long it would be there for, so he needed to act now.
Listening to his gut feeling, he got ready to go out. He felt much better since waking up, the thirst was the worst thing at the moment, if you ignore the metal thingy in his brain.
He went back to the children's room and searched for markers so he wouldn't lose his way, he really found chalk. He took the dark gray one and a white one. It would be washed away after a rain but could hold on until he got back—if it went as planned. Then he went to the kitchen and searched for a knife—just in case.
He didn't find a sharp one, which could mean that some of the other people took it, it was understandable, but that could lead to problems in the future. He looked for a hammer, or something to defend himself but found nothing, so he broke away the leg of a stool. He didn't notify the others about his department and just went outside. He couldn't see wide, but these 2 meters were enough. It had improved since yesterday, when he woke up for the first time without any memories.
He walked back to the properties he passed yesterday. He had the inkling that some of them were office buildings, because there were too few walls, which hinted at broken glass fronts, as at the moment there was no glass anywhere.
And what is there to find in every office building?
'Water suspenders'. He walked there without a hitch and found something even better, he found a street sign showing that if he went 500 meters to his left, he would find a hospital. He would go there immediately, but 'Thirsty', so he went to the potential office buildings.
He was right, and after he climbed through the bent metal frames and loose wires, he got in. After searching for a bit, he found the janitor room, where he found gallons of water.
'That was a little too easy, but okay.' He filled the water from the big suspender in a smaller water bottle he also found in the janitor room, and drank until he had to pee, so he went to the restroom, where he got his needs resolved.
It was strange; there should have been so many people; where was everyone?