Save it for the Morning After.

One

Stumbling through your driveway and into the actual outside world, cringing at the fact that you'd walked into a puddle. Utter disappointment filled your being.

"Fuck."

You were in socks.

Why it would be smart to wear socks was complete void in your mind. The feeling of moisture seeping into your socks and grazing your feet was repulsive - but slightly sobering.

Where even was I?

Stone or, what was it - cement. Cemented confines were prominent. You felt them with your grasping hands, struggling and desperate to hold on to something.

The question presented itself again:

Where was I?

"An,-" Walls were closing in on you.

"That's it, an alleyway." "I was in an alleyway."

You repeated the words to yourself, in hopes to make sense of the blurry hands in front of you, and keep from loosing consciousness.

Coughing a little, you looked down the vague, but harshly lit corridor.

You choked.

It came to your attention, that in fact, you weren't the only one against the walls.