With a start, Billy realized that he was crying. Disgust rippled through him and snapped him out of his daze. He was being a ninny, he couldn't just lie around and feel sorry for himself, he had to take initiative and do something about it! Stubbornly, Billy forced his aching body off the ground and to his knees, groaning in pain. Raising his right hand up to his face, he gingerly felt along it. His left eye was swollen shut and the right was blackened, and couple nasty bruises covered his cheeks. Feeling along the ridge of his nose, Billy realized that it was broken. His nose had been broken a few times before, so no biggie. Bracing himself, Billy pushed himself to his feet. Nothing seemed to be broken, but his ribs felt bruised. This wasn't going to be fun.

Billy sat huddled in a doorway, chewing greedily on the small slice of raw pork fat that he'd managed to scavenge out of a pile of filth. He was sure to get sick the next day, but it would assuage the pain of hunger for a little while. He didn't have the energy to snatch another meal at the moment, so this had to do.. The doorway provided partial protection from the rain, and Billy pulled up his knees to his chest and laid back. Was this his life now? Without a home and scavenging to survive?