SpinoxtheSpinosaurus

This street had a lively atmosphere. There were excited people all around wearing styles from casual jackets to formal white and red dresses. Almost all of them had some sort of drink in their hands and didn't bother to notice the really tall creature walking by. Now, my "friends", as said by the gardener, were reported to the authorities. Despite my amnesia, I still know which authorities he means. While a man wasn't looking, I snatched his large hat and wore it while walking through the crowd. They yelled things like, "Ariba!" and "Happy Cinco de Mayo!" The music felt familiar to me. It was a mix of trumpets, keys, and strings. As I moved

Darkness. That's all I see when I wake up..... or at least..... I think I'm awake. I look around and not a single sign of life shines. Nothing on my mind, nothing in my heart, nothing in my sight, all I remember is waking up. I didn't who I was. I knew I had a name, but nothing came to mind. When I moved my arms, they had a sort of reptilian feeling to me. I felt one arm, then the next. Both were covered in what felt like scales. "What the f-" before I could finish, the lights came to life. The area around me was a small, yellow room with several gardening tools. At the front of the room was a man in his sixties and a gardeners' get-up.