Coming into the old city had been a bad idea, Carlos
decided, as he ran through the streets along the river. A pack of raiders had
caught sight of him and were now after him like a pack of wolves after a rabbit
who didn’t even have a god-damn gun!
He wondered about jumping over the wall and hiding out in
the trash piled along the polluted banks of the river. But he was toting so
much scrap that it would be too difficult, and if he were to just drop the bag
they might be able to figure out where he went.
His legs were getting tired and had to stop sometime. Carlos
saw a mailbox and an overturned picnicking table and he went for it. As soon as
he sat down he regretted his choice, but it was too late – he could hear
footsteps coming.
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