** A month later***
" Get out of here! This ain't no charity organization", the restaurant owner said to me as he shooed me out. " Just one meal man, I haven't eaten in weeks", I said to him, but he wouldn't budge but rather kept shooing me and threatening to let the dogs out on me. So I left. " Who'd have thought life was so strict?", I thought as I walked aimlessly on the streets. A lot of people presumed that I was nuts and just avoided me in case. " I should never have listened to Tristan, that bastard. He just abandoned me to die in this place", I muttered as I staggers along the way. Then I heard lots of people mumbling something and looked only to see a crowd of people gathered somewhere. " What could that be?", I wondered. I knew better than to just blend in with the crowd. I reek
