Falling Down (TWS)

>Expository flashback?

A perfect moment to, I imagine. But there isn't much to tell. But a man has to start somewhere, so I'll just assume my own consciousness is a stranger and describe the status quo to them.

Three months ago Chicago became Ground Zero for a new viral outbreak, but unlike anything the government could have prepared for. There were no quarantines, no panic, and not a single symptom for several days.

But the people infected knew. Something had caused mass restructuring of their DNA without them even noticing. Some, like me, experienced minor forms of amnesia, namely regarding names.
But the profit was to die for. I imagine the hulking coat that blocked our path was one of these individuals. A power that made them bulletproof, and that's not even one of the amazing powers. I'd like to know what they're doing, broadcasting their existence to the world. Too dangerous for my tastes, I plan to keep my head down regarding these new super people. I wanted to get into a business, a dirty one, where people could keep secrets for that same reason.

But one thing a stranger in my head would ask is: If you have amnesia, then you have a gift, so what is it?

Truth be told I don't rightly know myself yet. I guess I'm just a late bloomer, so to speak. But I've never shown any signs of my new power revealing itself.

But now is as good a time as ever, if it's listening...

Wake up.

When I come to, it's already dark. That or I just can't see. My body is squished into some small area, and something heavy is pressing down on me. The floor is rumbling, and I can hear traffic. So I'm probably in a car, but it doesn't seem like a boot. My head is pounding, and I feel groggy. I try to flex my hands, which are bound behind my back. Perfect.

If this is how cops take armed and dangerous criminals away then I've been duped. Something isn't right.

I try to twist my body, and one of the heavy things pressing on me slips and rolls over my head. Peeking out from a small gap I can see it was one of the money satchels from the bank. This just got a bit more strange.

As I begin to pile up some suspicious the car comes to a stop. The car engine cuts out and I finally notice that I can't hear any other traffic. The driver steps out, not bothering to close their door, and opens the one by my head.

The bag on my head slips out and falls out of the door. I squint in the light to see who was standing over me, and an inconveniently remember-able fedora strikes fear into my gut.


"Mornin'" Says an eerily Texan girl. It didn't add up at first, with my head upside down and all, but after a few seconds I realised that the voice came from under the hat.

The largely built but oddly feminine sounding girl drags me out of the car with ease, throwing me down into what appears to be an abandoned warehouse.

My head begins to go fuzzy, I have to do something, things that I'm supposed to do in order to escape this kinda thing, but nothing springs to mind.

Little help, Stranger?