He didn’t know exactly how many days and nights had passed by with him hidden away inside the small, wet basement; but he knew full well that it had been enough. He had to leave soon, else he never would. And every fiber of his being refused to die in this place; not like this and especially not after still being alive after all these days of struggle.
He was still cold, barely in pain, and couldn’t feel his hands or feet –– but they’d come back to him eventually. Tonight was the night, no matter how far away that little window seemed. He’d find the train station in the dark and take the next train back to a safer city; but before that there was one more thing he’d have to do.
His gaze fell down to the small piece of paper next to his leg, some sort of map drawn onto it in squiggly lines. The way to the little angel’s house, one last visit to grant her wish before he left. It seemed fair enough. He owed her his life, after all.
His gun was resting right next to the little map, equipped with a silencer and enough bullets left to do what she had asked him to.
So by the time night had fully darkened the world, he was ready to pull it through.
Yet he continued waiting. Waited until all sounds had died down and the town seemed asleep, the veil of danger and death hanging over the streets as if there was a monster lurking around every corner. Maybe there was.
One had to be crazy to go out at this time.
Forcing his body up onto his feet for the first time in days was more of a chore than he’d liked, the unwelcome movements immediately fueling all the pain his body suddenly remembered it was supposed to be in; but still he kept trying until he’d collected everything he had to take with him and was standing in front of the small window.
It suddenly looked further up than he’d remembered.
But it didn’t matter. He had to go.
First onto the table, then through the small rectangle; gritting his teeth as he squeezed his shoulders past the concrete only to end up face down on the street with the weight of his body resting on his stomach and arm.
Still, he had to get back up; turn left, keep walking. He sure hoped the little girl’s directions were right, he wasn’t going to aimlessly wander around these roads all night.
But if all went well, she should be waiting for him outside, anyway.
