When he arrived back at his apartment, something felt wrong. He looked around cautiously, took in everything, the scattered newspapers, the empty pizza boxes, a few blood stains here and there. Nothing unusual, until he saw the writing on the wall, quite literally, there was writing on the wall, “RUN” was scrawled messily in blood. He didn’t know who wrote it or why they wrote it in blood for that matter, but he wasn’t staying to find out. With that thought he strolled back out into the hallway, down the stairs and out of the lobby.
Sid doesn’t run away from problems, he walks away. One thing he has learned in life is that nothing is so urgent that you’d have to run, he really doesn’t try that hard at all. Now even though someone is after him he wasn’t worried, if he gets killed he figures he probably had it coming. When he dies he’ll be ready, because he’s always ready. He’d been walking for hours though he wasn’t sure where he was going. But he’d have one hell of a time when he got there.
The night was coming and he knew it, he thought now would be an appropriate time for shelter. Unfortunately he didn’t know anyone. As he walked he thought of possible shelters, couldn’t think of any. He just kept walking. He walked for three days.
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