[They were coming. A whole legion of do-gooders who had what? No actual evidence to tie him to anything that they were accusing him. Oh this was going to be good, assuming that they didn't kill him outright, which he was fine with. If this whole 'resurrection' thing worked as it seemed to (though still no definite on that with the little girl), he could come back and cry bloody murder. Everyone here knew they were gunning for him, and he had made certain that it wasn't obvious that he was doing the exact same thing.
Let them bury themselves. This was going to be good. He was going to enjoy it.
Of course, he wasn't that interested in being hunted like a weasel in this place, which forced him to move from his current hiding spot in the basement to head back towards his room carefully. They locks couldn't be picked and no one could break them down as far as he could tell, which meant it was the safest place for the time being. Once they had moved on from the first level hallway, he could sneak down for more food. He had enough to last forty-eight hours comfortably and over a week uncomfortably.
He paused on the main floor, back pressed to the wall so he could peek around the corner to sight the stairs leading to first floor apartments. This was going to be a risk; he was just going to have to take it. He glanced around to survey his surroundings before easing around the corner and swaggering to the stairs like he owned the place and certainly not like he was or had done anything wrong. Everyone knew people with something to hide slipped into shadows.]
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Let them bury themselves. This was going to be good. He was going to enjoy it.
Of course, he wasn't that interested in being hunted like a weasel in this place, which forced him to move from his current hiding spot in the basement to head back towards his room carefully. They locks couldn't be picked and no one could break them down as far as he could tell, which meant it was the safest place for the time being. Once they had moved on from the first level hallway, he could sneak down for more food. He had enough to last forty-eight hours comfortably and over a week uncomfortably.
He paused on the main floor, back pressed to the wall so he could peek around the corner to sight the stairs leading to first floor apartments. This was going to be a risk; he was just going to have to take it. He glanced around to survey his surroundings before easing around the corner and swaggering to the stairs like he owned the place and certainly not like he was or had done anything wrong. Everyone knew people with something to hide slipped into shadows.]