Hope you guys enjoy the second chapter.
He wanders aimlessly. His heart as empty as the streets he shuffles down. Its dark and dreary, the light that illuminated the world gone. He feels no need to do anything, why if all there is, is deceit and sadness. He contemplates ending his journey early. Sending a letter to his family and apologizing for failing them all. But instead he gets into his car and follows the reedy little voice in his head that points him further into the shabby, gross city. He was told before he even got close to the city that it would be best to keep on going if he absolutely had to go through there. And yet, here he is going driving into the one place that has been described to be a place more vial than the worst prison's on earth.
Its only when he passes the group of primly dressed woman, they all look perfectly natural walking down the dark street in their Sunday's best, but the blood, and grime that cover them and the weapons they carry with them belay a benign motive for walking the streets so late. So he heads into the alley the group left, their smiles darkened by evil intent.
When he sees what can only be the remains of a poor hooker does he consider turning homeward and drinking this away with the rest of his life. But the voice is back, so he goes to check. What he finds astounds him, not only is the hooker alive, although just barely, it's a boy. Of only 18 at the most. The boy is almost unrecognizable, skin mangled clothes torn and strewn across the dank alley. He wishes silently that the boy would die so that he wouldn't suffer, as the boy must be, but he goes back to his car, throws the back door open and grabs an old blanket from under the seat then he gathers the boy up into his arms, wrapping the blanket securely around the boy's bare, broken frame and places the boy into the back of his car.
When he arrives at the hospital with the boy in his arms, he expects to be greeted with a familiar kind of medical buzz. But instead it's a disgruntled pack of women who refuse to take care of the boy because he is 'a disgusting piece of trash who deserves death'. The amount of malpractice he sees disgusts him. So as far as bad judgments go when he decides it's better to take the boy back to his hotel room instead of driving around trying to find a place that'll take him in.,
So when he arrives he gets out and gets the first-aid kit from the front desk management before taking the boy to his room. It takes a little longer than he had hoped but once he got inside and got the boy into the shower, he felt a bit better. Though he was beginning to worry maybe something was really wrong, the boy hadn't said a word not even when he had asked the boy his name. It was all a waiting game now.