The voice heard before were nothing compared to now, when you couldn't remember anything. There were so many new things, new machines. You had wondered if any of them were used for torture. Many different colors spread wide, in your vision as you stayed close to buildings. Pulsing in your head gotten worse and you became extremely moody, everything you bumped into you glared at furiously. You were lost, and didn't know what to do in the first place.

Soon, you came upon an alleyway. It was as dull and gray as the skies above, it took many times to discover it was empty. You gagged a bit at the choking smell of gases and pollution in the air, it's toxins mocking your lungs. Suddenly black filled your vision and you had the sudden urge to hurt something, this feeling left you writhe in a type of anger. Something that couldn't be explained. your hands twitched almost as eagerly as your left eye. You bent down to your knees and took a breather, trying your best to keep from inhaling so much of the poisoned air. A whisky flutter sounded behind you; a newspaper. They were littered everywhere, making crunching sounds; Even so, some were damp and ripped.

Focusing so intimately on them, made your head whir. You then got sick and a black tar of vomit puddled to the ground. You mumbled quickly before it puddled again, making you feel empty. Something about it.... It was unnatural, it was as if it were made of paint... But then it bubbled and moved..

A small, horned creature held a claw-like hand, to the sky before turning back into liquid. you rushed backward in a flurry of fear and confusion. 
That came out of... me?

Bubbles followed it, and then it lay still. A raindrop fell into it and it hissed furiously, turning hard as stone and then turning to an ashy substance.