Transformation [ShortStory]

Preface.
As I sat alone in the cold alleyway, with an unbearable smell coming from behind me. How Did i get here? Am i dead? I slowly tried to lift my hand to my chest to fell my pulse. Nothing Moved. I attempted to pull myself up straight, until i felt a strong burning from the back of my neck. My body was awkwardly sat, my bones were definitely broken, if not sprained. The street light flicked until they turned black. I was completely alone, In the cold darkness with no one to be seen.

I felt like i needed to scream, but my throat was to dry. I could hear movement from around the corner, I squinted my eyes so i could maybe see better. I couldn't see anything. The noise slowly disappeared into the distance. I was beginning to lose all feeling in my feet. "How could this of happened to me?" I mumbled though my teeth. The bitter wind blew though my greasy hair, with a breath that sounded like an apology, but i knew it was my imagination. I felt like i need to move, I tried again to prop myself up, but my arms gave way. The burning in my neck got stronger. I lifted my better hand to the front of my neck to slowly move round to the back. I could feel a wet texture as I stroked my skin. I brought my pale hand to my nose to see if the liquid had a sent. I breathed in all i could though my nose, to smell Iron. The sort that reminded me of blood.