His breathing had finally slowed down and the haze was lifting from his eyes. He looked around. A large overturned garbage can lay in front of him, it's contents strewn about the small alley. His back was cold and with his left he felt hard brick. Suddenly his head began to to throb, as he reached to touch it, he found he couldn't. His right hand was already full. He stared at it and saw a broken piece of wood, easy to hold tightly. Something glistened and caught his eye. The smallest bit of hair nestled at the end, surrounded by red. A car drives by and he lifts his hand to shield himself from the light. As his sight returns, he catches sight of something lying in the discarded wrappers of the overturned garbage can. His head throbbed again. He recognized th shape as a man, it wasn't moving. He ran.