@Augusta, Where am I?
Augusta rubbed his head at this thought, or was it an actual voice? He couldn’t really tell anymore.
He didn’t really know where he was, he lost track quite a while ago. But he decided to take a long glance around, from what he knew he was in some abandoned house’s bathroom, a small room with a white tiled floor, it was barren except for the lifeless corpse in the tub, an arm dangling out the side.
Augusta didn’t really look any longer at that however, taking his gaze to the sink and mirror cabinet, the sink itself had a drawer. He didn’t bother to answer the question, since he had no real answer to give, disregarding it. It didn’t really matter anymore anyway, or at least not to him.
He looked in the sinks drawer first, empty. He then opened the cabinet and, took the box of bandaids. Nothing else seemed to be left that seemed useful in the house. He’s been having a streak of bad luck lately, but maybe he’ll find someone, with all these ransacked houses he’s been finding.
“Maybe I’m on a trail.”
He hasn’t found much cleaning supplies, but he has been able to wash his hands in some sinks.