#WritcoStoryPrompt25

I stared at the letters tattooed into my right forearm. I had no memory how I had got it or why I was in a hospital gown floating at the edge of a muddy, riverbank. I had absolutely no memory of who I was or where I came from.

My breath added to the strange mist that hung in the cold night's air. The full moon illuminated the area, casting shadows of trees, dancing in the wind.

My heart pounded like a drum in my chest as I heard the sound of footsteps approaching my location. I frantically searched for a place to hide. That's when I found the drain pipe. As I was already wet and covered in mud, I climbed in.

As a laid flat, peering into the night, I saw two flashlights, scanning the ground. As the light moved closer, figures of two men appeared out of the fog. They were dressed in white pants and white shirts.

The one with short dark hair was the first to speak, "He couldn't have gone far."

The blond-haired man pointed the light at where I had fallen. "Look, he was here. Follow the footprints."

I slid further back into the drain, but it was for nothing. It had been sealed by a steel grate so all I could do was wait for my fate.

"Look, they lead into the drainpipe." One of the voices said as he pointed the flashlight down into the darkness.

I looked around for anything that could be used as a weapon, but all I could find were small rocks. I packed them tightly in my hand, ready to swing my fist at anything coming at me.

As the light shined inches from revealing my hidden body, a voice from the distance called out, "Over here, I think I just saw him run past me."

The light pulled back as their footsteps receded into the night. I sighed heavily and permitted myself to breathe normally.

What was going on? What happened last night. I rubbed my head then searched my self for injury. Nothing.

After I was sure the area was clear, I emerged from the drain pipe and followed the river downstream.

I walked for about thirty minutes before I found a gravel trail and followed it. It...