As soon as I could remember my memory of my life was a lost thought. I couldn’t think

of anybody or anything. The clear last memory I has was saving someone from getting kill.

Its misty stormy night and I see myself in a dark room strap to a bed in my ratty old clothes.

It seem all my wounds and cuts were heal from the mistaken battle I last remember.

There was a mirror in fount of me and all I could see is dirty blood kitchen tools all

over the place. All of a sudden I notice a insane looking man with large blades coming at me.

When he came towards me I got startled and my first reaction was to move quickly

but I was tied down on the bed. I was sweating bullets and I was hot but I mustard up

enough strength to rip the straps from the bed and broke loose and I got free.

I jump out of a two story window and somehow landed on my feet on the ground.

I run off and the strange man was screaming and yelling come back repeatedly.

I was walking around the streets lost and confused my mind was very hazy.

It was a dark night and I was in the alley still wearing the ratty clothes. I was coughing

and it was really cold outside. I found a warm place in the alley and I curl up and went fast a sleep.

When I woke up the next day it seems it was around noon. I love the warmth of the sun

touching my skin it felt great. I got up and started traveling though the city. Later that day

I was tried and weak and I hardly couldn’t stand my feet felt wogging and I fell down to

the ground outside of a food market. A few hours later I was still on the ground batter and

broken but I heard somebody talking it sounded like a couple of people. I remember a young and

very attractive woman bended down and look at me. She ask are you okay? I responded no I feel

very tried and sick. The woman help me up and brought me to her car. She told me don’t worry

I will take care of you.

Her friends were also helpful they got food and water for me and give me a bed to sleep in.