The dogs barked in the lonely desolate street, and the smell of rotten and vile flesh filled the air.
A person disguised under a long dark cloak face hidden completely out of sight walked solemnly in these streets. Nothing but malnourished loving behind tossed by the corner wall the light in their eyes dimmed like a corpse.
A little hoarse cough was what alerted their being, the only proof they still lived.
This person trudged carefully along this path straight ahead until they reached a door.
Knocking twice a little board popped open and a pair of eyes peeked through.
"We are closed," he said grumpily.
"another for two" the person responded calmly. The little board closed shut and the door was opened. Their gazes lived on one another as the stranger entered.
