I kept on slogging through the alley. I was -hungry-. Missing two meals would do that to a well fed half-breed boy. I was wet, and dirty, too. And the rain just seems to have spited me when I though the situation couldn't get worse.
I knew it could get worse, of course. Nearly any storybook in existance could tell you that. I could get chased down by police for soemthing I didn't, do attacked by a human, eaten by some sort of imaginary dragon... like that would happen. The city was pretty crime free... for someone in my neighborhood. I could only hope I was still there, and close to home.
Out of a home again. I hated that the though made me sad. I didn't like the place much anyways, but still... it was good to have a home.
I felt another breakdown coming on, and forced myself to concentrate on something else. 'Mom' had probably come up for an excuse why I was gone. Maybe I 'joined the resistance'. That would be in her style. Going home wasn't a good idea. I could try and find someone who wasn't interested in politics- but then again, politics were big in this City. I could join the resistance- but that was completly out of the question. They'd shoot me on the spot, if I knew anything about them. Which I probably didn't.
I leaned against the wall of the sewer. There was an huge chance that the police wouldn't like finding me...
A human flashed past me, and I heard the clanking of metal. Thugs, or worse! I turned, and my fears were confirmed. Police. I jumped out of my resting position, and sprinted after the human, losing sight of him after reaching the main street. This wasn't my neighboorhood. This wan't my day at all, was it?
I continued to run in whatever direction I guess he had ran. He turned that corner, yup... but now he was gone. I continued running, but was quikly winded. The police were still running, somewhere behind me. I was slowwing down. I came out onto a street. A store up ahead, a line to an apartment- the human was in it- and a displaced manhole. I pulled out my stick, and jumped, hitting belly-first on the slippery street stones, sliding on my soggy fur and riping shirt, holding out the stick. Push off the manhole cover, and I'd fall in... right?
((Edit: Arg, I'm a bit late with this, aren't I. Should I edit?
Also, I need a confirmation on whether it worked or not.))
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