Chapter 2

Dawkins began to walk back the way he came, it would take him at least 20 seconds to retrace all 30ft of his trek. His head was held low, the brim of his trademarked black fedora covering his world-weary eyes. I'm 19 years old, still single, unemployed. I can't go home. Not back to those anti-intellectual philistines. Not the stupid women who always end up crying about how bad their boyfriends are and how they wish they knew a guy like me, only to end up back in their stupid boyfriend's arms after they kiss and make up. And not back to my mom. Not until I do what I said I'd do, become a Hunter. He stopped his waddling for a moment and, for the first time in a while, had a moment of pure unobstructed thought free of falsities and lies. He stared sullen at the dark ground; and in his mind there was no Dawkins, there was just Andrew Alexander Lewis. 19 year old virgin, unemployed waste-of-space, and university drop-out. I'm sorry mom. I'll find another way to pay for your medicine, I promise. Raising a hand to clutch his locket hidden under his shirt, he continued on out of the cave. Tossing his number badge that read '75' to the ground, his ears pricked up as he heard screaming and fast-approaching throngs of determined applicants. What in the name of Friendzoning?!