When you wake up...
Feeling a sharp pain in your bloody head, you begin to panic. You
seriously need medical attention, but there is no one around...
A sharp, burning thirst gives you an answer. Water! You need to
quench your thirst, and you need to get washed up and dress your
wounds.
It is no longer raining, but the street is still damp. You wonder if
you should try to lick the street, but first you examine the junk that
spilled out of the wheelbarrow. You didn't get a good look at it
earlier.
Along with the bread, several other items are inside. Several metal
pots and pans, some upside down, but several upright and filled with
water. A box of matches, opened and the matches scattered about. A
large mirror, shattered, the jagged pieces as sharp as razors. Some
silverware, forks, spoons, and knives. Some ceramic shards, probably
dishes or vases. A couple of books, thoroughly soaked, the ink
running. Some linen napkins, a few stained. Some small wooden and
ivory carvings of animals, people, and other such knicknacks. You're
starting to wonder if there is anything else worthwhile in the pile
when you find two very interesting things. The first a little leather
pouch, filled to the brim with golden coins. You have a feeling this
is a very large amount of money, and you are rather awed by the sight
of it. The second is a beautiful white dress, decorated expensively
with lace and pearls; perhaps it is a wedding dress. You wonder if
you should take the money or leave it so the owner can come back and
retrieve it. But the place seems so deserted; you doubt anyone will
come back.
Should you first take the coins and anything else that might be
useful, like some matches or a knife?
Or should you first clean your wounds with the water in the pots,
bandaging them with the linen napkins?
You wake up, still aching and in great pain. You look at the street
beneath you; at least the flow of blood as slowed.
