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When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was a cloudy evening sky. It looked troubled and angry, as if ready to start a storm.

His head buzzed and felt heavy, and one spot in particular ached more than the rest. He slowly sat up, sucking in a breath through his teeth, and noticed he had been lying down on a piece of concrete, sprawled in a puddle. Maybe it had already stormed before.

Slowly, he brought up his left hand to the back of his head. He then gingerly moved his digits to the area that stung the most, and hissed as soon as they barely even brushed the damaged spot. When he looked at his hand again, he saw that two of his fingertips had slightly smudged red traces on them.

B-blood?!

Suddenly, he felt the strangest urge to cry. He felt scared, empty and alone. He was hurt and didn't have the slightest idea of where he was.

He gazed at his surroundings, the sight not reassuring him the slightest.

He was in what appeared to be a destroyed city of some sort. Entire buildings laid toppled to the ground like mighty ancient towers or trees, and many of those buildings were more like skeletons of what they once had been, showing their concrete and twisted iron insides. The streets themselves were messed up and looked like some kind of wrinkled ribbons of black fabric someone had forgotten on the ground. All lamp posts were twisted and bent, many were broken and lying on the ground between the many abandoned cars.

No, not reassuring at all. His surroundings could have been taken from a post-apocalyptic movie.

A single syllable escaped his chapped lips. "Ve..."

What did he say?

Actually, now that he thought about it... where was he?

Why did his head hurt?

More importantly... who was he...?

Something in his mind shifted, at the uncertainty of his identity. He blinked, frowning and bringing a hand to his temple. Something... echoed in his mind.

He had a name. Yes, he certainly did, now that he thought about it.

His name was... something with an F. F... F... Fe...? Fil...?

No, that didn't sound right. It was something else.

Shaking his head, he tried to stand up, and barely managed to stay on his two feet. He looked down, noticing what he was wearing. Dark brown leather boots, blue trousers and a black shirt. His clothes looked very old, worn, dishevelled and dirty. When was the last time he had washed them? Or better... his nose wrinkled as he smelled under his shoulder. When was the last time he had washed himself?

Judging by his surroundings, it had been quite a long time.

He then noticed that he had something on his right hand: a bandage. Looking old and grey, it seemed as worn as his clothes. His brow furrowed, thinking that something had to be wrong with it, if it was bandaged. Yet, it didn't hurt.

Curious, he grabbed one of the tattered ends of the bandage and tried to peel it off. While doing this, something in his mind finally clicked, and he dropped the bandage.

"F... Feliciano!" He exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. "Feliciano Vargas... that's my name!"

Feeling triumphant for remembering his name, he almost forgot about his headache and how creepy his surroundings were. He let out a satisfied sigh.

That's when he heard something stir near him. Some pebbles rolled, their sound amplified in the city's eerie total silence.

By instinct, he flinched and crouched, looking around for the source of the sound. "What...?" he then cautiously looked back over his shoulder... and that's when he saw it.

Something that could have come straight from a nightmare was standing right behind him, twenty or so meters away. It looked hideous, black as ink, shaped like a bug and of the size of a small car. Its body appeared to be armoured, except for some spaces here and there that showed small glowing green spots. Its long, spider-like legs were clawed, and its mouth was framed with black, razor-sharp teeth. Its toxic-green eyes glinted with hunger as they focused on him.

Feliciano whirled around to face the beast, and then slowly took cautious steps back, hoping for some kind of miracle that it wasn't looking for him.

"N-nice monster..." he tried whispering, knowing it sounded ridiculous.

After a few agonizingly slow steps, the thing crouched and leapt for him without any warning or whatsoever.

Feliciano immediately turned his back on it and sprinted away, screaming at the top of his lungs like a professional female opera singer.

...That's all, folks!

Ok, I'm re-reading, re-editing and re-writing this story completely right now. Slowly but surely, I'm counting on finishing it again.

I hope you'll like it anyway!