The sun had just started to peek over the horizon, casting the dull gray brightness of new light on the world. The rays slowly warming the cool dew and creating a hanging fog. The air was crisp, almost bone-chillingly cool, but still in the abandoned strip. A sort of deafening stillness that encapsulated the entire area in an unsettling atmosphere. The world had spoken, this place was forsaken, no one and no thing with any choice would come here. The perfect place to hide.<br/><br/>"AHHHHHH" with a loud yelp and a harsh bang, an overweight man crashed through the front door of an abandoned house and staggered backwards onto the sidewalk holding his face.<br/><br/>"MY NOSE JESUS CHRIST, KID," blood seeped through his fingers and dripped onto his blue dress shirt. Following him, two men in full swat armor tightly restrained and ushered forward a bored-bleary eyed but begrudgingly compliant boy from the building. His hands held roughly behind his back and his head roughly restrained to keep himself from lashing out again. They dragged him toward the man who was attempting to stem the stream of blood coming from his nose.<br/><br/>"You know, kid...," the man wheezed in a nasally voice as he managed to get his head held back "I tried to help you, I tried and I tried, if I could stop trying I'd let you get strung out in one of these shitholes and rot, but legally I got an obligation."  He held up a black backpack and a large blackberry cellphone<br/><br/>"This is the last time I gotta try and get you straightened out. You're already erased publicly. Do something stupid and you won't have to worry about where your next fix is coming from; you'll get the needle of a lifetime."<br/><br/>The bus came just in time. The man tossed the bag inside, followed shortly by the phone and then the kid who was harshly slammed against the stairs. His knee smashed with a loud crunch against the metal stair of the bus as the door closed. The boy only grunted in acknowledgement before staggering to his feet with a pained expression on his face. He was exhausted, in pain, and resigned. A crimson mark stood out on his tan forehead and slowly begin to ooze. Being on this bus didn't help. Everything hurt in here, and the bus didn't stop for him to gather his bearings. He just wanted rest. He carelessly grabbed the bag and phone on the steps and limped directly to the back before collapsing in a nearby seat and letting his eyes shut immediately.