Grant carefully picked his way through the detritus-littered alleyways. It was a lot quicker than sticking to the main roads, and Grant reasoned that the speed it afforded would be worth the security it sacrificed. Because, in a way, speed was security in this city. Couldn't get eaten if you moved too fast to get caught, after all. He continued on for awhile until he came across a sight that stopped the fox dead in his tracks.<br/><br/>Some sort of huge moving pile of rags was walking along through the alleys. Grant crouched down and slunk over behind a garbage can for concealment, sticking his head around the side it watch. He was fairly sure it hadn't seen him, though he couldn't be sure. He couldn't see the rag-monster's eyes, if it even had such, and didn't know how acute it's nose or ears were. For all he knew it could smell his fear or hear his heart pounding as he waited for it pass by.