It's Me

Part 7

I woke up at 5:00am and headed out at 7:00am. I opened the garage door and headed for my bike, it was cold and dark outside and therefore I decided that it was unnecessary to walk and risk myself obstaining frostbite. I brushed the few cobwebbs off and then started pedaling. I hadn't cycled in ages and it felt amazing. It was a three hour journey on a bike, according to the internet. I approached a dark city with tall buildings that had a small gap between them, each covered in graffiti. It was obviously abandoned and it had a nasty feel about it. I stared down to look at my knees tremballing. I noticed my purple uniform with my golden badge that said Mike Schmidt, Party Organiser. This boosted my confidence, yet at the wrong time. As I lifted my head I saw a man holding a knife, he had brown hair and he also was wearing the same uniform as me. I recognised him, his name was Fritz Smith. He walked up close to me and whispered, "I know your secret." And then lifeted his fist and punched my forehead hard. I fell to the ground and led their unconscious.