"Sir?"

"Sir are you there?"

"SIR!"

My shoulders were being gripped suddenly, shaking me aggressively. Flipping my eyelids open, my vision was peculiar. 

"Are you okay sir?"

It was a man kneeling down in front of me, bemused, but I couldn't see his face, it was blurred. I looked sideways to see where I was, couldn't recognise anything.

"Sir, are you doing fine?" questioned that man.

"I.. I-" My voice cut off. 

"O-" And it cut off again. Was I muted? I couldn't say anything clearly as if the language I know flew off into the infinite space all of the sudden. I began to tremble, why was I unconscious in the first place? I couldn't pick up a single thing from my mind on what happened before that. I started to panick, my heart beating violently and eventually I screamed. The man backed off and walked away as if I disappeared into thin air.  

I sat there for a moment, trying to pick up little pixels of my memory, but there was nothing. I stood up, looked what was around me. The crickets stridulated, producing chirping sound, a light was flickering from the light pole, the wind fought against the leaves of the trees. The place seemed deserted and abaondoned. The buildings seemed historic, the nature was already taking over them. Am I isolated in this peaceful night in an abaondoned town? 

"I don't know", I whispered to myself.

Releasing a sigh, I was very bewildered, perhaps I have amnesia? I still remember that man who approached me when I became conscious, maybe he's still around here? 

I walked around, through the alley and main street, there was no sight of him anywhere. I sat by a wall, it was very late and moon was illuminating. I thought to myself "maybe I should get some rest, it's probably very late right now and I'm very tired". I closed my eyes, tried falling asleep but I couldn't. 15 minutes of closing my eyes, I opened it and saw 2 red eyes in an alleyway