FOUND HIM
The Sun was yet to show up in the sky, was still painted in the remnants of the night. The early morning chilled air caused the sleepy heads to nestle deep into the warmth of their bed.
Any moment, some workaholics souls under the control of luck's treacherous hands would wake up to live the same old routine. Work... work... work... earn a little and then repeat.
In the narrowed unlit alleys of the Eastern part of Vincardine, his hurried steps ventured their way through the garbage and sewage water. His mind was too distracted to scrunch his nose in disgust after that putrid smell violated his sharp and heightened smelling senses.
He rarely visited this part of town, and in any other situation, he might have avoided stepping his foot there at all costs, but this time was critical.
His body was taut, and worried lines decorated his forehead. Manoeuvring through the narrow lanes, he finally slowed down when a building apartment came into his view.