A Step Ahead.

Sinking In...

After about ten minutes, we reach some kind of plain that is marked with line of tents. A military camp locale.

I am seated on a place these people call greasy spoon, looks like a lunch area to me.

With time on my hand, and no ticking time bomb around, I finally have time to make sense of the situation. I was in a bunker, then at gun points, then running, well, it is hard to figure things through this much information only.

Interrupting my thought process, the heads come finding me. There are almost ten of them. They came and sit with me. Silence follows.

One of them who has the most bulgy belly speaks,

“Let’s start with the introductions, shall we?” he has a sweet voice.

I start thinking about the question. I think hard. I think harder. Nothing.

Oh my!

What’s my introduction?

All I remember is that I woke up and the events that follow.

With horror written all over my face, I reply,

“I don’t know” I know I must look constipated right now.

But why didn’t I think of myself before, I mean, If I have really lost my memory, then why did I realize it now. So late. That doesn’t contrast to reality. Well, nothing does.

But wait, I remember about a pipe bomb. Wait, I know what a bomb is. I also remember what US currency is….

Then, I also remember something about amnesia, a person who losses his/her memory does not generally forget the basics of life.  

This is crazy, but the truth at the moment.

My track is cut by a horse voice, asking me what my reply meant. I don’t how to reply to that. I just stare at the lot. The man who looks like the captain here, orders the person who came to recruit me in the bunker to keep a watch on me, obviously bored from this conversation. But my astonishment is on the ninth cloud, I mean, I lost my memory, and I just realized it.