Movement around him made him blink into conciousness. Westie woke up with a pounding headache. Every beat of his heart throbbed in his head and limbs. It seemed like his entire body had been tortured as his eyes flickered open to reveal the grass and dirt of outside. He coughed once while pushing himself up. His skin was eerily cold, but that was to be expected as he was stark naked. He couldn't really remember anything and was surprised that he didn't have any clothes. He observed his surroundings to see he was standing near an old house on the outskirts of town. A large tree was swaying gently nearby as he attempted to dust himself off while covering the private bits.

He had only fractions of a memory that stung his head every time he tried to recall them. He stumbled toward the building in hopes that someone could call an ambulance. He quickly realized that the house had long ago been abandoned and that noone would be living inside except for possible squaters. Even still he would have to venture in or risk further damage outside.

He threw the doors open and fell inside, slamming his face into the wooden floor and driving himself unconcious once again.

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Thanks to Genkai for the Sig