I watch him as he looks from behind the counter before he stands slowly and opens the fridge. (I typed frigde....it's too early for me here). I stay crouched on the street light as I hear the guards yell. 

I look down, tilting my head as I watch them; one beating a woman as the other watches, laughing and shouting profanities at her. Filthy pigs, is this the race I am a part of? I think and shake my head.

I open my hands, letting my blades come out and I jump; sliding both of my blades in their skulls as they stand before falling to their knees. The woman whimpers as I retract my blades and stand.

"Go, before more find you," I say to her as she looks at me before uncurling from her ball she was in and nods, "Thank you," she says weakly as she hobbles into the shadows.

I watch her before I back up into the shadows as I see the guy from the house come out, looking around before he heads down the street. I hear his heart beat go wild as I tilt my head.

I follow him as he walks before he stops for a guard to pass. The guard stops, turns and looks straight at where he is before he growls and turns; walking back to his route as I tilt my head.

He looked straight at him. I think as he starts moving again, the tall weeds hiding him as he crouches. I crouch and follow him silently as we come up to an old building; the roof caved in and the glass windows shattered completely, moss climbing up the building as most of the windows are shattered.

He slips into one of the broken windows and I jump, climbing onto the higher floors, a new place. Just must be quiet. I think as I head him shuffling and moving around.

I lay down on my back, my hands behind my head as I listen to him, But why did I follow him is the real question.