I don't know who I am. I woke up in an alleyway about an hour ago. There was a bag and a coat next to me. In the bag was clothing, food, a revolver, ammo, and this laptop. Although, it felt heavier than it looked. I was alone, and I wasn't sure what was going on.
I can't remember who I am. I don't know how I got there. I grabbed the stuff and ran to the nearest public place. That's where I was when I found the piece of paper in the coat's pocket. It had an email address, a name, a password, and this blog's URL. I don't know what to do. Luckily, there was a wallet with some money in it, so I can at least appear to be a normal customer.
I found out that I'm in New York City. I think that this stuff belonged to the name on the paper. Carter. That's also this account's name. I don't know where he is. But his stuff was neatly piled near to where I woke up. From my seat I can see the alley, but no one's entered it. Was I traveling with this Carter? And if so, where did he go, and why?
My head hurts so much. Luckily, no one's asked for my name. I don't know what I'll say when someone does. I guess I'm asking for help. I don't really know what's going on, I've only been able to read a little of this blog. From what I can see, this Carter was terrible. If I was with him, why? So many questions and no answers. I should go, I've been sitting here for too long. People are starting to stare. Anyone know what's going on?