Bang, the taxi driver falls, a man exits the rear of the cab. He is dressed in worn business garb, a musty trench coat, a scratchy wool scarf clings to his unshaven neck, face worn and tanned from computer screens. He steps onto the cold wet sidewalk, shimmering with red light reflected from the whore houses, and cheap liquor stores neon signs. He holds his jacket close as he works his way to the corner of the sidewalk littered with week old newspapers. He collapses on the light post, as if it were a great struggle and shakes his hand into his pocket to light another cigarette. He thinks to himself that he needs to start running again, but he knew he didn’t have the goddamned time for that.

As the smoke slowly swims past his eyes, he gazes down the sidewalk before him. The street lights cast a steady white glow onto the road, the iron fence of the park on the other side was beginning to rust with years of neglect. A woman’s shriek is heard from a distant alley, black shadows emerge and run way. “Damn bastards”, he mutters to himself. As a cool heavy mist raises from the blacktop, he stand upright realizing himself from the clutches of the light posts glow. He mindlessly trudged down the empty abyss until he sees the familiar front steps of an old factory building. He entered into the main hallway through a solid wood door that reverberated with the steel pin as he locked it behind him. He haphazardly dropped his coat on the bench near the door, flipped the light switch, broken. He began down the dark hallway with wallpaper of humming fans and blinking lights, the worn wooden planks beneath his feet woke up to his presence. He turned into a pitch black room, and found the leather office chair, sitting down and removing his shoes, he placed his hand to the desk, as a wall of light awoke. The green glow casted favorably on his rough face as he typed the password with practiced precision. With the tap of the keyboard, the screens lived, data flowing down countless windows of useless monotony. He open his messages, and refreshed. Zero messages. With undetectable annoyance he opened the secured instant message application. Zero friends. With a deep breath he remembered the warm gun that had been sitting in his jacket. 

To Be Continued…