Washed up

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I wake. Where am I? I don't remember anything. What happened to me?

I feel soggy. And a tide keeps moving around me. A beach? Did I hit my head? No. Someone would've woken me if it was a beach.

I stand up. Not much sand nearby so I must have washed up on a small shore. But why was I washed up? And why don't I remember?

I had been walking for about ten minutes before I found civilisation. It is a small town. Not much to see but I can try to find out where I am.

"Hello?" I said as I saw a stranger.

No reply. I guess I have to keep looking. I start to make my way towards an inn when i hear a plead for help.

I turn down the alley which it comes from. Bad idea. I see 3 men with knives in front of a girl.

"Give us all of your possessions." says one.

"Everything means your clothes too girly." says another.

"Back off and nobody gets hurt you pieces of shit." I said in my most menacing tone. Bad mistake. Very bad mistake.

I put my hands up ready to fight. They advance.

The three of them charge at me together. I kick the first man's hand away. His knife lands in the third man's stomach. But the second man gets through and slices at my stomach.

Direct hit. I fall to my knees and he kicks me for a little while. The rest of my life force drains out of my now limp body.

Game over.

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