OLDIEEE!!!

Another chapter of Gerald's life story:

Just as Gerald reached adulthood, he left the asylum, wearing only shitty hospital clothes and with a few bucks in his pocket. He had no home, no future, nothing. The bad luck never left the poor husky. While walking down an ally in a rany day he was mugged by a few guys. One had a knife. He struggled, trying to keep what he had. Gerald dodged one thrust of the armed mugger, but didn't avoid a cut that came afterwords. The blade had cut his left eye, fortunately it didn't cut the eye-ball. Gerald gave up. The muggers left him alone running off with his money. Rain was pouring and the husky managed to crawl out of the alley. Exhausted and bleeding he sat on the street under a roof. After while a unfamiliar person walked by with an umbrella...Gerald looked at him and then lost conciousness...