In between
Noise.
Not the best thing to wake up to.
There was so much to register. The people, the colors, and the fact that I was still weak.
A panic washed over me. Someone might scream at the sight of me. I barely have enough energy to move, let alone defend myself.
I needed to leave.
It wasn't until I found myself in a dark and empty alley that I calmed down. I sighed and closed my eyes. The little retreat I was in was already was cool and dark but to maximize it, I put a hood over my head that I didn't even realize I had. In fact, why did I have clothes on in the first place?
Any answer that could have helped vanished when all my attention was captured by the sound of glass. A figure had appeared at one of the entrances of the alley. I could tell by scent alone he was drunk.
The guy was too unfocused to notice me leaning against the wall. At first, I just watched him stumble around while mumbling to himself. When I heard the distinct sound of a zipper, I knew I had to make my presence known. I walked up to his side. I could see he was some sort of dog.
How fitting.
"Whass up?" He tried to wave but ended up losing his balance. "It first dey of sprin. You shold be glab."
When I didn't reply, the stranger shrugged and continued to fumble with his pants. This dog had the nerve to attempt to urinate in front of me?
The drunk bastard heard my snarl.
"Ooooh..." He wobbled. "I'm tough, too." He managed to find the bottle he brought with him and hurled it with a force that surprised me. The aim was terribly poor, though. I didn't have to move to dodge it. I did move to catch a piece of the bottle that had bounce off the wall.
It's sad, really, that the last thing he ever did was a failure.
By the time he registered that I was behind him and a huge gash had appeared in his neck, he was already collapsing. I watched his movements until he died. I scoffed in disgust. Stupid mortal.
I inspected the temporary weapon in my grasp. It was a good hunk of glass, half of it covered in blood. I knew that there was not any of that substance on me. It would have been absorbed already into my skin. The material in my hand caught my faint reflection. I chuckled at my stupidity from as I remembered what had happened that made me look like this. I didn't need to physically hide. My disguise would give me enough time to make a plan to reach my goal.
But now wasn't the time for action. I was tired and weak. I could feel my grip slipping. I didn't try to fight to keep hold.
It was better to let my host think that they were in control for now.