"God dammit" I muttered as I Iooked down at a very large, hopefully, unconscious man on the concrete ground in annoyance."God. Bloody. Dammit." I grind my teeth as I kicked the grimy brick wall next to me in frustration. "Breathe Ar, Breathe" I whisper to myself as I let out a surprising long calming breath as I tried not to freak the fuck out. I carefully scan the poorly lit dark alleyway, making sure there is no one wondering about to witness this before quickly bending down and grabbing the heavy oaf's muddy jean clad legs before dragging him behind a large metal rubbish bin. After searching, and finding some cardboard boxes to cover and hide him with. I stood up and dusted my hands off on my dirty jeans before pulling my hood further down to conceal my face. Trying to think about what I should do next, I heard a load clattering noise that made me jump. Remembering my Father's words "Run, chickpea, run." I turned around and ran.