I really need a bag for this. Alistair was grabbing around, and finally found his sleeping bag. Better get outta here, work on my list. He stepped out of the restaurant he had been in for the past week. He looked around, wondering where to go. He decided to walk down a nice road, well, as nice as it could get in THIS He soon realised why this place was so bare though, as he saw a car. The car had a worn out yellow, covered in rust and all that. Great!There might be some stuff in there. He went up to the door... and it was unlocked. Alistair stared at the door in horror. He knew, that most people would've locked the doors to get away from the menace. So, this was either a trap, so someone was stupid as hell. Couldn't hurt too try... Alistair opened the door.
Hmm, nothing ther- Alistair saw a hand at the back of the car. He didn't know what type of hand it was, he just wouldn't risk it. He bounced back on his, well, back. "God, what the hell?" Alistair may be a bit screwed up, but he had no idea this would happen. He picked up his equipment and ran back up the street, turning and sprinting back down the opposite street.