Now, how did he end up here...?
Andrew wasn't going to kid himself- he was lost. Very, very lost. For the past few hours, he had been trailing one of his uncle's more secretive and suspicious friends, trying to find more information on who, exactly, this man who seemed to be so close to his family was. He'd had a bad feeling about the man for a while, one what made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up whenever he was near. Drew wasn't quite sure what he was up to, but he knew that he didn't have any normal office job.
Only about fifteen minutes ago did he lose the man's trail, and now after desperately trying to pick it back up did he realize that not only was he lost, but also in a rather unfavorable part of town. The buildings lining the street consisted of a run-down apartment building, a boarded up gas station, a row of very dingy looking houses, and what appeared to once have been a small church that looked as though it hadn't been set foot in for years. Many of these buildings suffered from broken windows, tarps acting as a temporary covering for the roof, and graffiti defiling most available wall space. It hardly seemed like an inhabitable neighborhood, but Drew did spot a few unfortunate souls peeking out from behind the curtains on their broken windows. They were, no doubt, staring at this new boy with clean clothes, freshly cut hair, and an over all appearance that screamed 'richer than
you.' Some looked at him with sad eyes, some greedy. They all knew he wouldn't last long here if he didn't leave soon.
Watching his surroundings closely, Drew continued down the street. Unfortunately, he didn't make it far before a group of teenagers that couldn't be too far older than him emerged from the gas station just across the street from where he was standing. They all were laughing and seemingly having a fine time, a few carrying fresh packs of cigarettes. However, all noise stopped when they spotted Andrew who was watching them cautiously. They turned to him with strange expressions, pocketing their newly bought items and reaching for hidden switchblades in their clothing.
One, who looked to be their leader, stood out and spoke. "What the hell are you lookin' at, kid?"
He said this in a tone that made it sound as though he was trying to be menacing, and puffed out his chest a bit to be intimidating. Drew almost laughed, and would have, if he had not been so keen as to notice one crucial fact about this group of rowdy teens that made his stomach churn.
They all wore red and black, and their clothing was decorated in some place with a spade marking.
Fuck. That was the single word that ran though Drew's mind as he took a step back. They were all looking at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. Realizing the situation, all Andrew could do was shrug.
"You think you're smart, kid?" The leader asked angrily, taking a few steps toward him and into the street.
Andrew began to panic a little as he realized that, because he was in front of the large apartment building, the nearest alleyways and therefore methods of escape were too far away for him to run to without being caught. Sure, his added instincts might help him, but he could tell- just from appearance- that the person advancing upon him was abnormal, somewhat like himself. Running would only cause more trouble. A fight would also only increase his problems, as most of the teens following behind this kid also seemed a little off-human.
Infected. Just one, he could take. With all of them- five, to be exact; four infected and one not- he wouldn't last long.
Fuck! He thought again, more frantically this time as his back hit the wall to the apartment building. He stood silently, watching nervously as the group advanced upon him, maniac grins spread on their faces. He was in trouble now.
(... I sure write a lot... I didn't really mean for it to turn out this loong. XD Also, Drew's in his human form right now. o3o Poor boy... He's strong, but not invincible.)