They say you are what you eat
I`m throwing up. I`m almost hundred percent sure that's what this is supposed to be. My stomach feels like the inside of a trash can, and bluntly the trash can I'm filling up isn't looking much worse or better for wear. I mean hell I know I stayed up last night but it looks like I ate food over a hundred years old for god's sake.
My clothes too, they look old. Worn, as if preserved in a closet for a decade or so. I feel awful. I look around and see the alley I woke up in, a dank place that looks like any run down street in any city. Sheesh, I hope I haven`t wandered too far. I wander out and see… low air shuttles and is that… a Pelican?
Frack.
It only takes me an hour of wandering to confirm what I expected. I`m in the future somehow, and look to be homeless and screwed. Looks like the Halo time line as well, discarded newspapers are talking about the war, dated 2552. That's not good, but I already confirmed I`m in future day UK so on a wing and a prayer the war shouldn`t be an issue. I`m getting weird looks and I can understand why, I can smell I don`t exactly reek of roses right now.
I sit down in a corner of a square, out of sight and begin breaking down. Where the hell am I exactly? How did this happen? Why? Why me? My family are...dead? Hundreds of years dead? I`m trying not to cry and failing when I hear it.
"Sir, excuse me?" Low and feminine but strong, I'm not wrong when I assume it's the police and she looks...tough. Armour, a Magnum on her hip. I would assume marine but the word POLICE written on her chest plate really doesn`t lead to a second conclusion. "Are you OK sir?" She`s talking as if I am an idiot, pronouncing it Oh-Kay and slow. I stare as I consider my options.
"R-rough night, can`t really remember much." I manage. I sound as dry as a forest fire.
"You look it kid. Where you from?" Another pause, and I realise the last thing I need right now is her finding out I`m effectively homeless. A lie then.
"Up north" I mumble, searching my pockets reflexivly and finding my wallet "Don`t suppose any of this is useful is it? My, dad" I fake a cough to cover my pause that devolves into a very real coughing fit. "Dad gave it me before I left." I manage to choke out. She takes it hesitantly and looks it over, noting the cards and looking confused. She takes her radio and gives me a wait gesture as she radio's it in. Not a good sign. Neithers when she takes me into a police car a few minutes later.