[Poggio]

Pushing him into a chair, Audrey quickly felt a tightening pressure around his arm as they tapered off the blood flow to his hand. A young nurse came around with a small cringe. She held his wrist to the light stabbing the needle beneath the skin. She muttered something about tricky spider veins under breath before releasing Audrey’s arm. He wiggled the nerves back to life in his fingers as he watched the nurse empty the blood sample into a container, which started to spin it. Eventually it signaled it was finished with a small beep. The nurse returned to the machine. “You have a clean bill of health Mr Audrey. You have a nice day.” She slapped a bandage over his wrist before sending him out of the tent. He wanted nothing more then to find his bike. Every box was slightly shifted when Audrey found his bike again; it only meant that they probably checked his supplies even stealing on or two of the items for themselves. Angrily shoving is bike in the direction of the mall; Audrey found the leader of the checkpoint with a smirk on his face. He guided his bike into the metal armored building.

Once inside Audrey felt as if he had a little bit more breathing room. He quickly weaved his way through the massive building into an area he had rightfully claimed as his little nook. He carefully hid his bike away unloading the medical supplies. He stashed two boxes away for himself. In this land where humans reverted into animals, and charity was in limited supply. Although his usual stoic face didn’t allow for any emotion he often thought about the children in the mall. Secretly catering to the ones that he felt needed it. He thought about these things as he loaded the rest of the supplies on a dolly to take to the man who wanted them. It always surprised him that when humans reverted to their primal state, the institution of slavery came around. He walked to one of the few brothels with in the human hideaway, delivering the female products at a hefty addition to his pocket. Audrey always tried to make sure his prices steeply increased after nightfall especially with the dangers that lurked. The bouncer at the opening of the brothel handed Audrey a thick wad of cash that he in turned counted every bill to make sure he was not fooled. He after all had expenses off his own to worry about.

There was nothing left for him to do now but to full fill his bodily functions. He wondered off into an area that in ancient times was once known as a ‘food court’ It was still a food court in that it had food. To Audrey’s limited knowledge of history there was no king that reigned over the area. Just venders that managed to scrounge up meager meals that came in a variety of such as mediocre to only the most desperate would eat this. But to night as customary when Audrey finished a job, he would treat himself to eat like a king. Feasting upon the food on the upper floors where only real meat could be conjured. Maybe he would even shower his favorite harlot with lavish gifts. He felt as if he had all the time in the world. For now Audrey was safe with in the walls, what could possibly go wrong?