Jake

Jake picked an old book from his table and hurridly strolled outside still drinking his cup of tea. He lived in block of flats in New york and was the type of person who did not like to be around other people.

 

He barged his way down the street until he came to an old obandoned pub. Under his breath he whispered a word. Just one word. 'Why'. He repeated it until a shadowed figure smashed through the rotten door and walked into the empty space infront of him.