Milo

Stomach grumbling as I open my bag and stare down at my meager supplies before closing it again with a sigh as I peer out from the darkness of my hiding place as a drunk slowly staggers by then disappears Time to go. I hurriedly gather my things and make a dash for the street only to collide with figure hard enough to knock us both to the ground My bag skitters away but I lay still for a moment, dazed as you stand up again and dust yourself off Are you hurt? You ask, stepping towards me