You finally settle with tying the pouch around your wrist. Then you go
over the contents of the wheelbarrow. The only really useful things,
you decide, are the matches and one of the knives.
You put the matches in your pocket and decide to keep the knife in
your hand. You never know when someone may try to attack you.
Now you wonder if you should go into one of the nearby houses,
continue down the street, or go back and explore the stone and wood
houses in the alley where you first woke up.
You pick up the pouch of coins and wonder where you should put it. You
aren't wearing a shirt, and there is no belt on your old canvas pants.
You don't have any shoes, either.