I'll never forget my first day on the job. I had woken from a slumber that left me feeling like I had been knocked out with the use of a worm tied around a brick. What I was doing on the damp park bench in the fields of Throope was a mystery to me.
Usually my memory was pretty good, but at that moment in time it had all gone to shit. I couldn't remember much more than my name; Hunter Anderson.
My joints ached, and the dew from the bench was beginning to cause my leather jacket to flake and crack. So I sat my ass up, rubbed my head like it was a lamp with a genie inside of it, and then lit myself a cigarette in hopes that it my clear my head. But like a lot of things in life it wasn't that simple. It's hard to concentrate when you feel like you've been hit by a car, and some stupid crow was in the tree tops making a racket that I could only presume was his way of laughing at me. If I had found a rock at that point he would soon stop laughing at my misfortune. But without hesitation I disposed of my cigarette from in between my dry lips, flipped another one into my mouth, pulled out my trusty lighter, and sparked that sucker up quicker than you could say 'Shoot me'. And that's when my brain started giving me a little more information besides my name.
I remembered that I had a job to do. A special job. And as the details of the task at hand came flooding back to me like water breaking through flood gates I thought to myself 'This is going to be easy'.
I stood up, not too quickly, but with enough grace to stumble forth on my short journey. I couldn't use a car where I was going, so my trusty appendages would have to do. I just hoped that they didn't give up on me before my liver did.
So I went on my merry way, and started disappearing into the depths of the woods. The ground was full of sludge and mud. It must have been raining pretty hard while I was getting forty winks on that old rickety park bench. I couldn't remember why I had fallen asleep there. In fact, I couldn't remember much at all that had happened before that point. I mean nothing at all. My past was a blank to me. Was it amnesia? Who knows.
But as I stumbled and slipped through the mud of the woods my body started to feel things like it use to. I was no longer numb. The wind was icy cold, and the clouds looked like cotton wool soaking up the blood from the gum's of the dentists first victim of the day. It was enough to make your teeth itch, but I'm wasn't one for scratching.
Time was ticking, and I knew the boss would be impatient...I thought it was strange. Before that moment I was more concerned with trying to remember simple things, like whether or not I could swim or ride a bike, but at that moment in time my brain reminded me that I had a boss.
I had been walking for at least ten minutes, but with the way I was feeling it felt like forever. My heart was beating faster and faster with every step I took. The only thing that could keep my...