Nine strings left.

You slowly rise to your feet, using the brick wall for support. Stumbling out of the alley, you find a ruined city street with abandoned cars filling its streets. It's far too quiet. A huge city like this without any life on the streets?

You turn out of the alley to walk down the desolate metropolitan street. "Where the am I?" you wonder, "how did I get here? Where is everybody? What the fuck is going on?" You want to tear the remaining strings off in search of answers; you don't even know your own name. But you remember the voice. "If you know too much it could jeopardize everything."

You continue down the street while the sun begins to set. You notice the buildings around you. Few of the building are still standing, and those few are green from moss.

The sun's light is gone, and you can barely see anything. You decide to look for a place to wait out the night, knowing that you will not be able to sleep.

Then, you hear a loud noise from behind. A growl. You quickly turn to find a pack of wild dogs charging toward you. Immediately, you start sprinting the opposite direction, zigzagging between the cars. You look back and see the dogs aren't far behind. You can't outrun them. Looking forward, you see a bus. You know the dogs can't climb it. But