C747 It's just too much fighting

In the early hours of the morning, when the streets of the city were deserted, I fled like a stray dog and turned into a dark alley by the side of the road. Leaning against the wall, I was finally unable to hold on.

It was a small, dark alley, a cul-de-sac, probably a cul-de-sac where the sun never shone, the ground was a little wet, there was a suspicious slime in the corner