As his eyes start to open, he gets the sudden whiff of espresso and the suddle sound of the strumming of a guitar. The first thing he sees are the wooden beams that gives the room more of a cabin feel. As he sits up he’s hit with the pain in the back of his head and the aching soreness in his legs and arms. As he raises his arm he feels a shooting pain in his stomach. He looks down to see a gush of blood coming from his abdomen. He takes a look at his hand to see that it’s drenched in blood and puts it back on his stomach to try and hold the wound. He looks around slowly sitting up and finds himself laying on the floor with wooden tables surrounding him.

He tries to stand but gets caught with the pain in his leg. He looks at his legs and arms finally sitting up. His legs are stained with blood and his arms are covered in poorly wrapped bandages with blood dripping through. With his bandaged arm, he grabs his shirt and shoves it in his mouth to muffle his screaming.

As he attempts again to stand he yells and cries and his legs start shaking trying to hold him up. The second he stands, he leans against one of the tables and looks around again.

It’s a coffee shop. On his left is where all the coffee machines are and his right all these colorful couches and chairs. He down at the floor and sees about 7 different trails of blood leading towards the slightly open door. As he attempts to move forward, he sees the tables are littered with coffee cups and spots one glass milk bottle. He limps over and sees more and more blood scattered everywhere.

As he gets close to the door he sees some bicycles laid on their sides with the tyres circling round with the breeze rushing through the door.

All of a sudden he here the cocking of a gun and turns around as fast as he can. In front of him is a girl with blond hair with patches of blood. She has a small bag with some books keeping through. One of the books title he can see has the title Albuquerqu’s Crime. Another one that’s just peaking through is the Bible. She’s was wearing but now stained red button up with bandage wraps all around her leg. She’s holding her right arm with her left trying to stop herself from shaking and keeping the gun steady.

She stutters but asks, “Who the hell are you?”

“I-um-my-.” He watched as her finger shakes over the trigger making him more terrified by the second. He tried to remeber the earliest memory he can but the only thing he remebers is waking up a couple minutes ago. He thinks and thinks but can seem to remeber anything.

“I can’t- I can’t remeber.”