Notes: I know my chapters are short, but I like it that way, so no complaining. ;)
Chapter 2: Not as easy as it seems
It was one thing to say you would go live your life, be happy and so forth, another thing entirely to do it. To live you needed food, to get food you needed money, to get money you needed a job, and to get a job you needed experience, of which Shilo had none. So, there she sat, next to a garbage can in an alley, not sure what to do now. She had tried, for a few days, to get a job, a home, anything, but it was a tough town, and she didn't think she was tough enough to handle it. Well, at least no one had recognized her. She suspected that if the Largos found her, they wouldn't exactly just thank her and walk away.
There was one option left, an option Shilo hadn't wanted to consider. There was always the black market for zydrate. Anyone could sell zydrate, if they didn't get killed and had some to sell. It wasn't really that easy though, you deeded equipment. You couldn't exactly walk into a random grocery store and ask for graverobbing equipment, although Shilo thought it wouldn't really surprise her if they did.
Well, there was one person who might help her with the graverobbing stuff. Shilo sat with her head in her arms in the alley, trying not to think about how completely stupid and reckless this all was. She could see his pale face, the slightly crooked smirk of his dark lips. Without actually realizing it, she smiled a little. He had helped her before. He had also almost gotten her killed by genecops and led her into a drug den, but still, he had kind of saved her. And she didn't even know his name…
Shilo shook her head and got up. It was a stupid idea. It was dangerous, unhealthy, and he might just refuse to help her, if she even found him. Now, back to finding a real job. Slowly Shilo walked out of the alley, tugging on her dirty black jeans. Who would hire someone like her, a weak skinny seventeen year old who had as good as never even been outside the house? But one thing was for sure, no one would hire her if she just sat in an alley alone, so she just had to keep trying.