Chapter 13

He froze, unsure of what to do, and the man started to open his mouth about to say something, and Zine's limbs unlocked. He took off running past the man down the street towards home.

What the actual fuck! Zine mentally screamed to himself.

How far is this guy going to follow me! Zine picked up speed, zooming past the park he had seen earlier.

Damn it Zine, you should have just confronted him this time. But you did not have your gun, plus you're wearing your good clothes. You should never get into a fight on the streets without backup or a weapon.You need a trump card, especially if you do not know how strong your enemy is! I may be experienced but I'm not stupid! Dang it, I thought he would have given up by now and chose a different target to harass! Zine groaned to himself.

Zine let out a huff.

Just get home and lock the door!

He was still running at full speed, forcing himself to a jog he crossed streets and turned down an alleyway. He did not want to run all the way around the buildings just to get home and no one was around anyway.

He grew his claws, and dug them into the buildings cracks. He climbed up the side of the wall and pulled himself onto the building's​ roof.

He flopped onto the concrete, pushed himself back up and went to the other side of the building. Checking to make sure no one was watching him, he crawled back down the side of the building.

Haha!.…... that was tiring. It probably would have been easier to walk around the buildings. It would have been not as fast, but then I would not have almost rolled in bird crap, Zine thought.

He coughed and straightened his jacket. Making his way back home he locked his door and threw his keys back onto the kitchen counter. He went into his room and changed into his sleep wear again.

He was hungry and too exhausted to go anywhere else. He went into the kitchen, and pulled out a sack of potatoes. Grabbing a knife, sheet pan, and seasoning he started cooking potato slice fries.

He checked out the apartment’s oven, feeling wary. The apartment is rather cheap, he thought, it's not going to blow up if I turn it on right?

Zine decided to risk it. Turning it on, he flinched as he heard it click and started warming up.

He sighed, relieved.

He started cutting potatoes into potato chip slices and put them on the pan.

After he seasoned them, and the oven was warmed up, he put them in and set the timer. He went to his fridge then pulled out a soda and a bottle of ketchup, The only things in there.

He had not had time to go shopping yet. He had brought the sack of potatoes, ketchup, seasoning, and a soda because he was planning to eat them and then go shopping.

But plans change, he would have to go shopping after work tomorrow.

He looked through the glass of the oven watching his meal burn slightly. It took a minute for him to remember, he had dropped the forms he was supposed to fill out.

“Fuck.” He cursed.

Sighing, he put on an oven mitt and pulled out his slightly burnt dinner.

He pulled the stuck​ potatoes off the pan and put them on the plate. Squirting ketchup on to it, he dug in. Slightly burnt and crispy fries with ketchup, delicious.

A copy of Zine's personal documents were with those papers. He was supposed to finish filling them out. He had not written an address because he was still in the middle of moving. But his name and all the other schools he had been to were on it.

Well it's just my name, I did not put my phone number or anything really useful on it. My gender, my age, the…...fact that I live alone is on it, Zine thought.

He facepalmed himself.

He had written that he had been emancipated recently. Not that he had been in foster care or anything. But being recently emancipated, and having moved not that long ago usually means it's so hectic in your life right now that it would take a bit longer for people to notice you had gone missing.

He was royally fucked.

Zine munched on his last fry.