He didn't know where he was or how he had got there. One minute he was in his cell, the next he was on this street. He had no memory of what had happend but he had to get his bearings. He started walking and passed a man, noticing a name badge which read Nullins. He looked at the man who seemed to stare at the ground as he walked but this Nullins guy was nothing more than a stranger to him.
Actually, the man couldn't even remember his name. Who was he? Where was he from? Suddenly he was very scared and unsure of what to do. He saw some people that looked like guards. Surely they could help him. He approached them.
"Name!", barked one of the Guards.
This threw the man off a bit. He was a bit cautious of these people now, beginning to lose his sense of security.
"NAME!", shouted the Guard again, this time raising his rifle.
Something wasn't right. This was not how the man had perceived guards as before. They were there to help.
"I'm not going to ask again...", came the threat from the Guard.
That's when the man decided to....