[@CornixElecti][@Lord of Evil]
Darren climbed the fire escape and made it to the roof, bounding from roof to roof before feeling a pain in his back, his war wound.  Missing a step he slipped and fell to the side and off of the building, a moment later his hand had turned into a knife, digging his knife-hand into the wall to stop the fall was the best he could do other than falling to his death.  The park which was "nearby" lay on the other side of the block, Darren dropped to the side walk and hid by a bin as a car rolled by, hopefully not the police, he thought.  A while later he'd make it to the park Stephan spoke of, Darren hid by one of the few trees in wait, slowly, he drifted off to sleep.