It had been silent up untill recently. The panting of breath mixed with a roar. *Shit! Shit! That was a stupid risk* A solid built human held close to the shadows *Damn the luck. IT had to come back now.* The figure darted across the open roadway to the shadows of another building. He peaked out, the wind slightly ruffling his short red hair and goatee. As soon as he felt it was safe, the figure rolled along the wall and quietly opened the door.<br/><br/>Once inside, he ducked under the windows. He couldn't let the creature see him now that he'd made it this far. He slid under a near by table, his leather jacket ripping on a nail. *Damn, that's my favorite jacket too."  He quietly made his way to the basement door. This place had been his hideout for the last few weeks, moving closer and closer to the safe zone. He popped open the door slowly, trying not to make any noise. It had been nearby, thought how close he couldn't tell. He slid into the basement of the building. He had to make sure every building he hid in had one, else It would easily find him.<br/><br/>"Well now lad, that was a close one." Devin said mostly to no one "I can't keep letting it get this close. My Irish luck will only hold out for so long before IT gets a hold of me."