Stumbling through the house barely able to pick his feet up he goes to the first room that he could. Even though locking windows was seen as poor, locking doors was acceptable if only the owner and the owners family was in the house.
If guests were to come over they would need to unlock every locked door to show that they were also rich.
'This is one ugly rug'
The rug in question was a huge rug covering from the hallway where he was towards the front door. The rug's colors were the questionable part. The rug had some yellow in it and a lot of brown.
Moving slowly through the house checking every door to see if one was unlocked until finally. One was unlocked. He swung the door open with so much vigor and then closed it. Turning to face the door he quickly locks it and lays on the ground.
Quickly taking his jacket off and putting it under his head for some support he shuts his eyes and falls asleep.
Several days later.
Rayne bolts upright and quickly surveys the room. The room was just as he remembered it. It was very dark even though the morning sun was coming through the small window at the bottom of the second floor which bleeds into the room he was in now.
The wood of the house was dark brown and pipes could be seen throughout the room's ceiling. Rolling onto his side then to his stomach he starts to stand up which feels like trying to bend metal without warming it up.
With great difficulty he finally gets up. Looking down at his "bed" he notices that the black sweatshirt that he brought was across the floor. Moving over to it very slowly since walking was hard because of being asleep for days and the numerous injuries that occurred to him in a short amount of time.
He bends down and picks up the shirt. Picking it up reminds him of the past few days so he decides to leave it behind.
Moving towards the door he unlocks it with a click and opens the door. The rug was still as ugly as it was the last time he saw it. This time he paid it no attention. Looking for the bathroom to clean off his face and find something for his hands.
Scanning the first floor which had only the locked rooms and the front door. He decides that the second floor has what he's looking for. Checking every door to see what's unlocked he finally gets to one that is.
Opening the door to the new room he finds that it's not a bathroom but instead a very big bedroom. The room was around the size of half his house while this house was about twice the size of his.
He goes towards the closet and sees that it was packed with fancy clothes. He removes his clothes that are ripped and blood dried to them. He picks out the clothes least fancy and puts them on.
The whole outfit was in black so he could easily blend into the shadows. Turning to leave he remembers.
'I'll need a coat'
So before leaving he finds a black coat in the closet and takes it. This time the coat was thick and wasn't just an overshirt like his last one.
'This thing'll keep me warm throughout the night'
Leaving the closet he notices something that he hadn't before. There was a small door towards the side of the bedroom by the bed. Hoping it was unlocked and that it was a bathroom he heads towards it quickly.
The door was unlocked but it wasn't a bathroom. Instead it was a room filled with tables. Not really caring what he saw he closed the door and turned to leave.
'Since there's no bathroom I'll use one of their cloths as a towel to wipe off my face'
Back to the closet he went. After this whole situation was over he left the room with the shirt-towel in his hand and headed back down to the room where he slept the past couple of days. He opened the door and quickly grabbed the shirt he left then closed the door again.
Checking if he had everything he came with he went towards the door. Reaching for the handle he stops right before he touches it. Remembering that the day he came in he went through the window. He heads back towards that way.
Getting there he sees nothing out of the ordinary from before he went in. not wanting it to seem suspicious for someone to leave the house if the owners are out of town he decides to go through the window again.
He pushed against the window but it didn't budge. Trying again and again didn't help.
Looking at the window more closely he sees that the lock is turned to the left instead of the right. Noticing this his face drains of color.
'Hopefully no one tried to open it when I was sleeping'
A little bit later on
'Even if they did it wouldn't matter its not my house'
He gave up on the train of thought. He opens the window and jumps through it. Leaving through the same way he came in and retracing his steps through the side street towards the front of the house he doesn't see anyone.
Getting to the side walk he notices that the air is warm so much warmer than the nights. The nights get down into almost freezing temperatures while the day is basically boiling. He takes his jacket off and wraps the bloody shirts in it.
Hiding the evidence of his crime he keeps walking back towards the way he came. He needed to get one thing before he left the city on his own to start his journey.
'One day I'll come back here' he thought with bitter happiness. The thought of coming back was sickening but he needed to see what the world had to offer instead of staying and having the same fate as his mother.
Turning onto the street that separates the two cities was like walking into a different world. This time he saw that most of the people here were barely alive with horrible injuries. Not wanting to draw attention to himself he keeps walking forward without looking at anyone for too long.
Someone behind him moves rustling a coat he was sleeping on. Looking back at him he didn't look like anyone sleeping in the in between. He was clean shaved with nice clothes on. In fact they were nicer clothes than the ones he had on now.
"Hey kid" the man called out to him.
"Comer here I've got a business proposal for you"
Not wanting to refuse since this was the first time someone talked to him like this he turned around and faced the man.