[u][b]James Houston - Unknown Street[/b][/u]

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James skidded to a halt as heard the sound of something solid hitting something less solid. He turned back towards the house he'd fled from, just in time to see a young petite Asian woman in a black leather jacket, jam the painful end of an umbrella into his pursuer's head. He stood there for a few seconds, trying to accept that the woman was indeed alive - and apparently friendly.

James hadn't met another human being since the military death squad burst into his home, and slaughtered his family. A mixed feeling of grave mistrust and longing for companionship split his mind in two. As always, when he was internally conflicted, he resorted to his breathing techniques to bring about some clarity.

In.

And out.

In.

And out.

The clouds of mistrust evaporated from James' mind, and he decided the woman was no threat. She'd of attacked him by now, if she was. And besides, it wasn't like he had anything worth stealing. He started walking back towards the house, casting a glimpse over his shoulder to check to see if any more dead men were about - they weren't, for now. 

He stopped about ten paces away from the woman, careful to keep his distance. He assumed that women had probably faired quite poorly in this crisis, as there was no telling what the rest of the menfolk had been getting up to without law and order to restrain them. He decided it was best not to spook her by getting too close.

"Thanks," James said with a smile. "You didn't need to, but thanks all the same. I'm James Houston, and I lived down the end of the street for most of my life." 

His stomach rumbled.

"I don't suppose you have a can opener do you?" he asked, embarrassed by his stomach's involuntary noise. "I've not eaten in a fair while... oh and if we could get off the street, that'd be great. They're gone for now, but it's only a matter of time before they get bored of looking for me behind Old Man Cowsky's house and return."