The sun flickers through my eyelids, warming my senses and bringing to life my blood.

It’s morning.

I gain my balance on the road, taking two quick glances to my right and left. Lifting my right hand, I attempt to read the time. However, I only find that my watch (along with my other possessions) is missing. Somehow, through my now aching bones, I can recall the events of last night clearly. Though, I’m not quite sure how to react.

I spit, removing the taste of slighted aged blood from my mouth. It splatters over the dirt, mixing with the dusty earth and splintered rocks.

My mind now hurts worse than my bones, and my stomach is fast approaching. Keeping my balance, I begin to walk down the dirt road.

I don’t know where I am.
I don’t know where she is.