@eliminatorleckĀ
The last time he had woken up in a mysterious city, he was breathing a dense, cold fog.Ā Ā
But he was also wrapped in a thick coat, a note laying in his hands on places to go for food, fresh clothes, he could recall, the writing on the note was familiar even if he could remember nothing else, even if his mind was empty, there was warmth.Ā
It wasnāt like that, this time.Ā Hell, he remembered everything, everything but the city itself.Ā
Everywhere he went, sometimes heād get odd senses of familiarity, but not here.Ā
The cluttered buildings all felt...new.Ā All the vehicles and the lights so clustered together, it did itās work to make him feel sick, he felt all his organs all tie themselves in knots, he was very, very aware of the shake in his clammy hand.Ā
It was sunlight when he woke up, but now there was nothing but darkness and stars high within the sky.
He came no closer to finding the free shelters, or the food stations.Ā At this point, he wasnāt sure if this city had any.
He forced himself to stop, he could feel ambrosia rushing through his eardrums, and stress wasnāt great on a body.Ā
He pressed his back against a building wall, and let himself slid down.Ā
He gently breathed through his nose, wrapping his back arms around himself, letting himself ease up.Ā He was worried about where to sleep all day, he could let his mind stop working for now
