No hobos were not very nice, Kenzi had been in several hobo fights over the last few months and she wised up by keeping pocket knives in her boots and not too far up her sleeves. They liked to befriend her on the streets but knew better than to be a friend to one of them. she sighed and studied the shadows, they only moved a little. she was being watched. Suddenly a hooded male lept from the shadows and stabbed at her, not acting quickly enough the young girl got stabbed in her ribs, she cried out and he put his dirty hands in her pockets looking for money finding them empty he ran away. Kenzi layed on the couch blood beging to drench her only set of clothes, she sobbed and sobbed trying for her cries of pain to alert someone, anyone.