"Where am I?"
The events of the last three hours were a complete blur. Everything in my head was muddled around as if it had gone through some kind of mental blender. My eyes were open, but I couldn't see anything.
"Hello?"
My own voice sounded distant, as if it were coming from someone else. Was it? I didn't know. I tried to sit up. I put my hands behind me and put my weight on them, but my arms gave out, and I plummeted back to the hard, wet ground.
"Where am I?"
oyuyho aaar n inn ooocaaann.
"What?"
youy are in thee ocean
I felt myself slipping back into unconsciousness, my brain turning into mush. I smelt gas. Through my own eyelids, I could make out the dancing radiance of bright orange and yellow. Through the gurgling of blood in ears, I could hear crackling.
sumone bilt me a fiwre
I opened my eyes again. This time, my vision was only mildly blurred. I felt a stirring in my legs as my heart pushed blood into them. They were numb, but I could still feel them. I-...
someone buiilt me a firre?
My heart began beating faster. It was trying to tell me something. The rhythmic budump budump seemed to begin saying get out get out! My vision began to correct itself. Lying on my back, I arched my neck slightly to the upside-down sight of a roaring fire overcoming a blackened metal frame of my car.
…...myy car.
my car.
My car!
My thoughts swirled into my psyche like water rushing into an empty tank.
You saw the sign for the Raccoon City Bridge. You were going ninety. You lost control. You hit an embankment. Your car barrel-rolled, skidded on its top, and slammed into a tree. You barely managed to climb out your broken windshield. You blacked out.
My eyes snapped into focus. I gazed up into the night sky, and my legs lifted my body up. It was amazing what the human body could accomplish in times of stress. I ran away from my car just as the fire met with the leaking pool of gasoline coming from my gas-tank. My car erupted into a bright, hot, fireball. I turned just in time to see my back tire fall back to the ground. Even though my sudden rush of adrenaline got me to my feet, my head was still throbbing. I put my hands on my knees and exhaled deeply, blood dripped from the tip of nose. I had to get out of there. A giant explosion was bound to attract attention. Down the street, I saw a desolate Taco Corral. I just needed some time to collect myself, rest, and I could continue on my way out of this God forsaken city. I walked to the fast food restaurant , the whole time listening to the sounds of the city. There were none.
Eventually, I came to the front door. I tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. I worked my way to the back door, hoping against hope it wasn't locked. It wasn't. I opened the door and peered inside. Blackness. I might as well of been looking into a cave. I opened the door as far as I could to let the maximum amount of moonlight in as possible. I grabbed a nearby cinder block and used it to hold the door open. Walking inside, I immediately realized I was in the kitchen. I felt around until I got the refrigerator and reached inside.
Jackpot. Bottles upon bottles of water. I took one, uncapped it, and drank it down in 10 seconds. I grabbed a few more and felt my stomach rumble with hunger. I looked around and found a shelf with bags of flavored tortilla chips stacked on top of it. I ripped a bag open and shoved a handful of chips into my mouth. After a brief gorging, I walked back to towards the open door and stopped in front of a small sink. I took a quick glance in the mirror and could barely recognize the man looking back at me. I had a giant gash across my forehead, my face was covered in dirt, grime, and sweat, and my shirt was torn open. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it to the ground to reveal a giant bruise on my chest. I opened one of the waters and poured it down my face, soaking in the sting, allowing the wonderful liquid to revitalize my senses. I rubbed everything with water. Ten minutes later, I looked at least half the man I looked before my car careened off the road. A sudden wave of tiredness hit me like a brick. I checked my pockets and was relieved to find I still had everything. A lighter, a pack of smokes, my cell phone, and my wallet. I fondled the wall until I got into the dining area. It was relatively well lit due to the moon shining directly into the windows. I ducked down into a row of padded booth seats, set my phone's alarm clock to go off two and a half hours from now, and fell asleep.