December grumbled quietly to himself. He was now stranded in a phone booth, the driest place he could find. Well, not before he got completely soaked.<br/>His dual-coloured eyes scanned the little trails that the rain made. The sound that it made soothed him.<br/>December could remember when he used to sleep at the shop. In the back, there was a small glass dome. He would set up a little camp site, and read the books he found scattered around the front of the shop. That would only ever happen when it rained, and that happened a lot. Now, he had his own apartment. Positively filled with semi-useless junk. Being a bit paranoid, he kept all of his important things in the little back room with the dome.<br/>December snapped out of it, when he saw a dark figure in the distance. Concentrating his vision through the pouring rain, he noticed they were...running? From what?<br/>Curiosity piqued, he couldn't keep himself from peeking out of the sliding door.<br/>Yes, there was somebody running. Were they out for a mid-storm run? Nah. Even HE wasn't that crazy. Then, he saw the guy's face. The man's face was contorted with fear, and filled with panic.<br/>Seriously, what...<br/>His thoughts stopped.<br/>Oh. Shit.<br/>December looked past the fleeing man, and saw a seriously sinister character. Carrying an AXE.<br/>"What the-?!" He stepped out into the rain. "Hey!" for some reason, he couldn't stop himself. For some reason, he still called out to the guy who was most likely a rebel, running from one of those shadow creeps.