the content, it would be another year before he would be allowed to vote and even then he doubted they would even let him. Outside of Mr. Laredo few people in the town cared for the opinion or well being of the homeless populace. In fact, the local government had chosen to brand the entire homeless population as thieves and criminals, not to say that many weren't as such but not all were like that and even those that did only did so to survive. He looked up upon hearing a tapping against the window beside him. Tiny water droplets fell against the window. The vagrant stood up hoping that he would be able to claim on of the covered benches in the park for the night, perhapshe might be able to stay dry for this night.

He left the café, lifting the hood of his sweatshirt to cover his head but it did little to help as the falling rain began to soak through his clothing. He ran through the now dark alleyways, avoiding the obstacles through years of memories of traversing the lonely walkways. He ran out emerging out onto the road to the park quickly turning in hope of claiming his reward.

Instead he was met with a hammer rushing towards his face.

The boy rolled forward barely dodging the heavy weapon. He landed in a muddle of murky water and mud.

"That was a foolish thing you did there back in the café boy." The giant of a man hefted his hammer onto his shoulder