It was raining but there was no chill in the air to make him shiver through his soaked through clothes. Blood trailed from the wound behind his ear to trail down the back of his neck and beneath the collar of the brown leather jacket, dark splotches splattered over the shoulder. His head throbbed painfully, radiating over his neck and shoulders. But there were no memories of what happened or where he was.
Who he was.
All he could do was walk down the street - Bourbon Street, stopping to check the name on a street sign - and occasionally peek in store windows in hopes he might see something he recognized. Black eyes didn't see the ones watching him from the shadows nor stalking him from the rooftops. He continued walking down the sidewalk, trying to figure out where he was and why he was there.
@emmatriarchy
