Gasping he swayed on his feet as tears stung his eyes. This was not really normal, was it?
He pressed the coat against his body to feel if there was anything sharp sticking out, but there was nothing. When he had regained his balance he took a deep breath and very carefully pulled his right arm up the right sleeve. When he reached the elbow a jolt of pain, so bad that he fell down on his makeshift bed, raced through his body.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he lay there like an unborn baby, shivering spasmodically. After a while the pain and shock subsided and he could breath easily again. It was clear that taking off the coat was no option, though he wondered why.
He stretched out and covered himself with some blankets and fell asleep.
He woke up because of a lorry pulling up to the hotel next to the warehouse. He blinked his eyes and wondered where he was for a moment. All his muscles ached and he had the taste of blood in his mouth.
Slowly he sat up and remembered the last night. Did he had to keep on his coat forever? If so, how could he take a shower at the homeless centre? He got to his feet and walked outside. To his great surprise it was dry and sunny, the sky was clear for a change and that made him smile. This would be a good day to go to the park. People always lost things there that he could trade for things he wanted, like food.
Pulling the left side of the coat over his chest he put his right hand in his pocket to pull it in front of the left side when he felt coins in his hand again. He could buy his breakfast, that was a novelty.
He knew a cart in the park where they sold bagles and croissants in the morning, so he set out through the dirty and rubble strewn alley’s.
At one point he saw a lot of homeless people gathered around a stack of crates and joined them to find out what was happening.
‘Sally has been murdered,’ a black man told him. ‘Not just murdered, but kind of torn apart.’
He pushed his way through the crowd to the front. He didn’t know who Sally was, but he wanted to see anyway. Between the crates was the naked body of the woman he had seen las he left the bar last night. Her whole body was covered in deep bloody gashes.
Immediately he remembered the body he had found when he had found the coat and frowned. Did this coat had anything to do with all this? But how could it, he had been asleep all night, hadn’t he?