Literature
Vermin
It had started raining again. In fact, it had been pouring down more or less ever since he got here, whenever that was.
He had no memory of ever coming to this town, but yet, here he was, without food, warmth, shelter or company. Hell, he could even say that he missed his old drinking-buddies over in Brahms.
That's right... Brahms... That's where he had been living before he got here, and before he'd gotten thrown into jail over that stupid little incident. He couldn't for the life of him remember what took him over here, though, nor how much time had passed since then. Time seemed to almost stand still in this place.
He had vague memories o