James walked the streets, trying to keep quiet, scared. James heard a bin being knocked over in the distance, along with a dog barking somewhere else, sounding even further away. James wanted to hide somewhere, like in an alley, and sit there for the rest of his life. [i]It just isn't safe. Nowhere is safe,[/i] James thought as he walked inside a corner shop, and started to look around. It didn't seem that anyone else, or any[i]thing[/i] else was in the shop, but just James. The young boy started to take the few items left in the shop, which were simply a few candy bars, then walked out of the door and back onto the street.

James wanted to go to Eaton Center to see if there was anything left in there. [i]There had to be something,[/i] James thought. [i]It's a massive shopping centre, there has to be something.[/i] The boy walked along the pavement, which was unusually quiet. This was the first time in a long time that James was alone and had time to think without fear. He thought about his father, how he had probably died, and how James had ran. In reality, James was now crying quietly, tears coming from his eyes like a pair of waterfalls. He saw the mall, and walked into it. He hoped that his quiet crying couldn't be heard, but he now had his pistol in his hand as he walked through the mall, searching for food.