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[Velocity]

You wake up like you do every morning, as the early light streaming through a crack in the wall passes across your face.

You sit up on your soiled mattress, observing your sorry excuse for a place to live, as the sun slowly rises outside. There really isn't a lot to look at, besides the four cheap walls that barely give you room to breathe, the heavy metal door with the plank you nailed over it, and your nearly empty backpack. Your jacket lies next to the backpack, and you're wearing all your other clothes.

You guess you're hungry, so you should probably figure out how you're planning to eat today.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Put on jacket, examine contents of backpack

[Velocity]

You've got a hammer and a good amount of loose nails. The abandoned storage room you're living in doesn't have a lock, but the door opens inwards, so you just board it up every night.

There's also the fake driver's license you managed to get somebody to make you, identifying you as "Drake Hellbolt." You got it for free because the guy who made it was just starting out and needed to practice, so it wouldn't hold up to any serious testing, but it's well made enough to convince most people that that's your real name, and it'd probably trick most cops.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Remove nail, open the door

[Velocity]

You pry the nails out with the back of your hammer, and let the plank drop to the ground.

You leave the storage room, stepping into a bland, cold corridor of whatever this building used to be. You take a left, and start moving until you reach the emergency door. You walk down the metal steps of the outdoor fire escape, feeling a little warmer to be out in the sunlight. You reach the bottom, and find yourself in an alleyway, back in the shade again. The general area is pretty run-down, but there are some restaurants nearby that actually throw things out.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Head that way, getting a whiff of inner-city air

[Velocity]

You leave the alley, getting a good, deep smell of the car fumes from the traffic jam on the poorly built, narrow road outside the alley. You don't bother trying to cross, and follow the footpath, until you pass an electronics store. Several televisions are on display in the window, showing the news as if somebody actually wants to hear it. President Miller is making yet another ridiculous speech.

"...and while some of you might be losing hope in America, I still believe. If every American citizen believes in our great country, we can get our economy back on track, and repair our foreign relations. We'll show the rest of the world what it means to be the land of the free. America is the only country where..."

You're now mercifully out of earshot. It's all bullshit. There wasn't a single competent candidate running for the 2016 elections, and Miller won by being one of the few that wasn't a lunatic. Two years later, the economy is worse than it ever was to the point where even getting a job is nearly impossible, and your degree amounts to fuck all. Now you've got no way to pay off your insane student debts, so you had to move to the other side of the country, and disappear in New York City.

A few minutes later, you reach the back of a bakery. Somebody steps outside to throw a small bag into the dumpster, and walks back in without looking at you.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Walk up and take the bag without hesitation, then walk off.

[Velocity]

You open the dumpster, used to the stench by now, and take out the bag, walking off with it. You look inside, finding four small loaves of stale bread. It's more than they usually throw out, and it should last you the day, so you'd be in a pretty good mood if you weren't eating out of the trash.

That's pretty much all you had to do today, but you don't feel like going back to you room when it's not even ten in the morning. You feel like breaking something, but no ideas spring to mind at the minute.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Go find a traffic sign, yank off the sign

[Velocity]

You wander around until you find a street with nobody around, reaching up and trying to yank a sign off its post. It's actually pretty sturdy, and takes a few moments to remove. Afterwards, however, you're holding your very own stop sign, wondering if it's absence will cause any crashes, but figuring nobody pays much attention to the signs around here, anyway.

"What the hell are you doing?" shouts a man behind you, at the other end of the street.

You turn. Two cops. Just your luck.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Growl, taking off down the nearest alleyway

[Velocity]

You run off, the cops chasing after you, fumbling for their tasers.

You might be able to pawn the stop sign and say it's a replica, but it's also slowing you down. You can either find somewhere to hide in one of these alleyways, or get rid of it and try to outrun them.

[DraconicDescendant]

> Keep running, trying to find a good place to duck into

[Velocity]

The alleyway turns right into another one, and you sprint down it, before realising there's a chain-link fence halfway down the alleyway for some reason!