I could feel grime of the dust mixing with the sweat on my face, my hair smelled of grease and small shreds of hay clung to my black skinnies and sweater. At least rooming with a bunch of sheep provided some form of warmth despite their musty stench. I could hear the train give a bellowing whistle; I was suddenly jerked back by the screeching brakes. The huffs of the train reduced until it let out a heavy sigh, signaling that it had come to a complete stop. I snatched up my back and forced my way through the crowd of sheep to the freight's opening; waiting for the moment that it would slide open to reveal my freedom. I would need to bolt out of here before any of them saw my face... after all, train hitching was illegal. The locks rattled from the outside and the rusted door began to slide back but stopped, leaving about a foot and a half opening for me to slip through. I waited there in the corner, anxiety plucked at my nerves as I glared intently at the door that was left ajar. The man from the outside responded to someone's yells with his own and abandoned the small opening to address whatever issue was near the front of the train. It took no effort to pass through the gap, I escaped and there was a city waiting for exploration.
Death City, Nevada... it had a nice ring to it and the layout was charming; houses and markets set in a circular procession leading up to the focal point... the elevated center of the city, the DWMA. That's not what I was interested at the moment though, my first need was to wash all the grime off of my face, find a place to sleep, but food would have to wait till tomorrow morning. A majority of the shops were closed for the night besides the Chuba Cabra... and from the looks of the neon lights and smell of booze, it wouldn't seem like much of a help to me. There was a large fountain situated in the plaza and it seemed to me to be the only source of water that I could use to wash myself. I scanned the vicinity for any inhabitants before splashing the water in my face; I dug around the bottom of my bag and pulled out a bottle of body soap that I had stolen from the previous town. Nothing felt quite as nice as a clean pair of hands and face, I was tempted to dive in and wash the rest of my body but common decency told me it wouldn't be kind to ruin the water with all that soap... besides, if I was caught who knows what charges would be brought up. I ran my hands along my navy-blue oversized sweater then down my pants, wiping the dust and hay from every part of my body.
"Uhg... I'm going to be itchy for a while" I heard myself exhale, "Time to find sleep."
Luckily, I didn't have to be in a comfortable place to sleep, over the past month I had learned how to sleep standing up, and I believe a few times I had managed to keep one eye open... but those were in towns where crime was high and Death City was one of the places I could count on being safer. I roamed the streets and alley ways for about 2 hours, my legs were aching but it was necessary for me to scope out the place when I made my runs in the morning. I found several crates stacked near a shop which allowed me the ability to climb up on the roof. It wasn't steeply slanted like most of the buildings here, which made it ideal for sleeping... I wouldn't have to worry about falling off. The rivets in the shingles made it a bit of a pain to find a bearable sleeping position so I curled up into the fetal position to spare myself from backaches. The moon was bright here, it's wicked, bloody grin didn't make for the best image to fall asleep to, but somehow I managed to doze off under its horrific face.
