Chinatown, New York City July 15 07:00
Description: Barely there apartment- broken wooden chair, rugged old couch with stuffing hanging out, and scattered paper.
This is home, at least until they come for me again. I'm guessing I have about a week before I'm located and about another day before the gather forces and actually get here. I might as well make the most of my time here.
Here, my name is Melanie Smith. I don't think I look like a Melanie. I think I'll try out Adelaide next. I have no clue where I'll go next, what I'll do to earn my keep, what I'll eat- speaking of food, I am a little hungry. To the cans it is.
There are some hobos sitting solemnly as I round the corner. One looks me right in the eye and asks for money. My heart goes out to him, but I can't look him in the eye so I say, "I'm sorry, sir. I have no money either." I know he doesn't believe me, but I can't afford to give away my money. It might sound a little selfish, but as I am constantly being chased after and hunted, if you will, I cannot go giving my money away. I never know when I'll have a chance to get more, and I will do anything to get it. I have to.
But no, no I cannot give that man, who might need more than just money, any of my hard earned, some stolen, money. I walk swiftly away, quickly forgetting the homeless man as I turn down the alley. It is so dark. Anything could lurch from the shadows. Dangerous. This is making me extremely nervous, but nothing happens. I rummage through the trash till I find a Chinese carry-out package. Jackpot. Somebody must not have been too hungry.
I hear a sound and I'm out of there, back to my dingy old apartment to chow on my half eaten Chinese. I eat it all in five seconds flat. It's good, but a little old. It has to have been there for at least two days, but I've eaten worse.
I am still hungry. That's a problem. I don't want to spend my money on food. I have one thousand dollars left in my stash, and rent here is sixty a week. I guess it doesn't matter because I will be here for about a week, based on my calculations. I have to eat though. Maybe I'll grab something before I go job hunting. I still have that I.D. to make.
