tired Kinu felt pain all over his body as he blinked awake. All he saw was darkness. He could smell dust in the air and felt himself lying on something soft. He began fumbling around blindly in his backpack as his eyes tried to adjust to the low light. Finally he found his lighter and switched it on.
The dim light revealed that he had fallen into the basement. All around him he found old abandoned items. Large trunks and boxes covered in dust and cobwebs. He had landed on a dusty couch that looked like it had been chewed on and ripped apart by a large dog.
Kinu tried to sit up, but the pain surged through his body. He must have sprained something. He sighed and stared at the dust covered room around him. He was either going to have to wait for the police to find him, or painfully find a way out on his own.
Kinu sighed again. He couldn't just sit here and wait for the cops. He decided to try and make his way out on his own. He tried sitting up again, biting his teeth at the sharp pain it caused.
Kinu laid back down and turned off the lighter, considering just staying put for a while... He was hidden rather well amongst all the odds and ends. Plus, he had food and water already packed in his bag, just in case something like this happened. He decided to wait... at least until the pain started to go away...
Kinu hurried up the rotted stairs as the police chased after him. He climbed the steps faster and faster, until one door was left to him. He charged through the door with his shoulder and bolted to the other side. As he continued to run, his heart raced inside his chest when he saw that his path ended at the edge of a rooftop. He slid to a halt and nearly fell down to the busy street below.
He could hear the cops clamber up to the top of the stairs behind him. He looked back to see them start to surround him, guns drawn and ready to fire.
"Just relax, man," said the black rat officer. "No one wants to hurt you. Just put the gun down and-"Kinu's dilemma was interrupted when the floor began to crack beneath him. Before he could try to run, the rickety rooftop shattered underneath his feet. He dropped straight through, screaming the whole way down.
His shouts were heard echoing from the hole as more snapping noises signaled the breaking of more floors beneath him. The police ran down the steps to find where he had fallen and avoid sharing his fate, but all that was left was a pile of rubble on the bottom floor.“The victim was found floating down the river on South side...”
“It was? ...Aw, shoot...”
“Do you know something about it?”
“Huh? No! Why would I?”
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“The victim was found floating down the river on South side...”
“Grrr... What killed him?”
“Don't know. They're still fishing him out.”
“Well, tell them to hurry up! We haven't got all day!”
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“The victim was found floating down the river on South side...”
“Have they discovered his identity?”
“No... I do not think anyone knows.”
“Good. We are safe...”