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Chapter 2 by SilentMelon SilentMelon

What is your Gender and Occupation?

Male, Unknown

You woke up with what had to be the worst headache on the planet. Light and sound alike made your head throb, bringing a fresh jolt of pain. You wish for the pain to stop, and you couldn’t focus on anything with your head feeling like it was on the verge of bursting like a water balloon.

It could have easily been 3 minutes or 3 hours, but eventually, the pain dulls down enough that it no longer dominates all of your focus. Thankfully, there are no significant wounds on your head, although a sore spot near the back threatened to bring back the full **** of pain if you messed with it too much. You felt something was off, but the lingering pain ringing in your head kept you from figuring out what it was.

Before the pain began throbbing anew, you took a look at your surroundings. You appeared to be in a parking lot, where a various number of cars were on their sides positioned in a manner similar to a maze. Because of that, you could not get tell much about your surroundings, except for noting a few buildings clustered together in the area.

You slowly get on your feet, using a nearby wall for support as you attempt to regain a sense of equilibrium. Looking to the ground, you take note of your attire, consisting of a white button-up shirt with short sleeves, a watch, and dark blue pants with a black leather belt. You quickly rummage through the pockets, fishing out a pen, a paper clip, a mobile phone that doesn’t turn on, a set of keys you can’t identify, some gum, and a wallet. The wallet has a 20 dollar bill and some receipts tucked inside, but what draws your attention is the driver’s license.

The name imprinted on the card is Rhodes, Casey. You are unable to recognize the fact at first until you glance over to a broken side mirror from one of the cars. The face looking back at you is the same as the one on the license, although you are unable to recall if Casey Rhodes really is your name. As the throbbing of your head dies down, you try to recall something, anything, from before you woke up with no success.

What do you do next?

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