Chapter 2: 2: A Different Kind of Man

Noah didn’t know what his next step would be. He had plans but didn't know what order he should execute them. Standing was becoming harder and harder for Noah. He was exhausted, he also needed something to eat. It had been roughly two days without a proper meal. He was used to hunger but that wouldn’t change the fact that his body demanded food. It needed it to function, it needed energy. So Noah understood what his next step would be. 

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Later Noah found himself somewhere in the marketplace. He was in an alleyway but wasn’t sure what his exact location was, his mind was getting hazy. His brain demanded that he rest but he had to get something to eat first. He bit his tongue, the pain helped him stay focused. All around the marketplace were street vendors. They sold all types of things, ranging from food to clothing and other miscellaneous things.

 Noah always found these street vendors to be foolish. How could they put their products out in the open and unprotected. It was pretty much free picking if someone wanted to steal. Noah liked how foolish they were, he could exploit their foolishness for his own benefit. Noah wondered if those street vendors left their products unprotected on purpose so that people like him could… Noah banished those thoughts. He needed to focus and get something to eat from one of these street vendors. 

There was a problem though. How was he supposed to exit the scene once he snatched something? His body was too weak, he was tired and hungry. Standing alone was a hustle and running would be impossible. How was he supposed to get something to eat? He had no money and even if he snatched something he would get caught, getting caught could lead to more trouble, perhaps even death. Noah sighed, he sat down in the alleyway, he closed his eyes trying to think of something, of any way to get something to grace his stomach. When his eyes closed, he ended up passing out instead. 

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When Noah woke up he didn’t know how much time had passed but he figured that at least a few hours had elapsed due to the setting sun. He woke up feeling terrible, his head ached and his stomach felt like it was slowly fading, this made his body tremble as if a major part of it was missing. He was less exhausted but he still felt weak. Hunger was a menace that had constantly ate away at him for as long as he could remember and Noah knew that he had to find something to satiate it before it was too late. He forced his body to stand, he was going to get something. He didn’t care about getting caught anymore. He would deal with those troubles once they had arrived, once he had eaten anything. The street vendors were starting to scatter, this made Noah move with urgency. He crept forward with determination.

 He halted, Noah saw someone walking in his direction. He was carrying three plastic bags. Noah continued, he had to get to one of those street vendors. He walked by the man and Noah caught a whiff of something. Was that food? 

That man was carrying food in those bags and it made Noah feel a certain kind of way. Noah stopped and turned around. 

“Hey, Can I get some of that?” Noah said, his voice was hoarse. The man turned around, he seemed bothered by something. Was he in a hurry?

“Some of what?” The man said, he had an accent. Probably a foreigner, I guess that’s why he even bothered to stop.

“Some of the food you're carrying. I haven't eaten in a while. Please, I just need a little bit.” The man contemplated, Noah saw remorse in the men’s eyes. Foreigners were really weird in that way, they were more considerate than people here and people always took advantage of that. Hopefully the man wouldn’t think that Noah was pulling a quick one on him. 

The man approached reluctantly before handing Noah some bread. Once Noah got his hands on it he started eating quickly. He chewed once or twice before swallowing. Before he knew it, the bread was already finished. The bread was freshly baked and it was stuffed with… he wasn’t sure what was inside the bread because he ate too quickly. He knew one thing though, it tasted good and he wanted more, his body needed more. The man was halfway through the alleyway at this point and Noah knew what he needed to do.

“Can I get some more?” Noah said, his voice much firmer compared to a few seconds ago. The man halted. He tensed and held more firmly to his bags now.

“Uh, I need to get going.” The man didn’t want to say it but Noah knew what he was implying. He wasn’t going to give him anymore of his food. This awoke something in Noah. It made his body tremble, it made his vision more precise. Was this anger? No this was something more lethal. Noah pulled out his knife. He could do anything he wanted with the knife.

“Can I get some more?” Noah repeated himself, flaunting his knife. The man slightly trembled but he held his ground. Keeping a firm grasp on his bags that had suddenly become priceless in Noah’s eyes. 

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Does he think I don’t have it in me? Does he think I don't have the guts to use this knife? His like the rest of them… he thinks I’m too weak to act? Noah’s vision went red. Something inside of him had triggered and he found himself leaping forward. 

He stabbed the man and his blood splattered on the ground. Noah was sane enough not to stab him in any vital areas, he had struck the man’s arm but he didn’t shove the knife too deep that it would cause future problems. He was able to calm himself at the last moment, unlike most people this man had bothered giving Noah a glance and he even gave him something to eat. Noah wasn’t going to let his anger blind him. He just needed to give this man a proper jolt so that he would be willing to give up some of his food. The man was stunned for a few seconds before his brain registered his situation and the pain, he tried to scream but Noah covered his mouth. 

“Hand over two of these bags and you can walk away or…” Noah said, he couldn’t say the last part though. It would be a lie and he didn’t feel it was right to lie to this man. That was strange, he was willing to stab him but couldn’t lie to him. Perhaps he was going insane. 

Thankfully He didn’t need to say the last part though because the man nodded. He dropped two of his bags before bolting, one hand gripping his wounded arm firmly. Noah didn’t waste time, he quickly gathered the bags before quickly leaving the alleyway. Hopefully the man could deal with his wound.

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Noah later arrived at the old run down house. He sat down near it, he made sure he was somewhere where there weren’t any people, he didn’t want to attract unwanted attention and he didn’t want people questioning him. He didn’t want people thinking he was doing what had caused all his friends to die again. He sighed, then got out two pieces of bread, one in each hand before eating. This time he ate slowly, Noah didn’t want to accidentally kill himself, he had seen starving people die from eating too quickly once they were graced with food. Plus he wanted to savor the taste. The bread was stuffed with meat specially cooked to be soft, it also had other ingredients and spices that Noah didn’t recognize. The different flavors bombarded his mouth, Urging Noah to chew faster, urging him to swallow so he could take the next bite. Noah showed temperance and controlled himself.

Noah refrained from eating all the bread, he made sure he left at least one bag full. Each bag could only hold three loaves of bread. He would save these for a later time. The bread would be stale by then but that was fine. Noah had decided to eat all the stuffed bread because he figured it would rot if he tried to store it. He didn’t have a fridge, he never knew what it was like to have one. 

Maybe he should steal one from those street vendors. It would be very convenient and might be worth the trouble. Noah entered the old run down house, it was unfamiliar, he’d never entered the house or known of it. It was a part of the many rundown decaying buildings in outer parts of the large town. People had abandoned this place for some reason so it’s where Noah had come to sulk earlier on. 

He planned on living here, away from people. He needed privacy for the things he planned on doing. Noah was worried that the house might collapse on him but he decided to take the risk. Plus people wouldn’t suspect him for deciding to live here. After what had happened, no one would blame him for it or find it suspicious.

Noah entered the house. It was dark Inside and Noah saw all kinds of bugs, they started frantically crawling away from sight once light seeped in from the open door. Noah looked around trying to find a safe place to put his future rations. He saw a drawer and approached it. It was locked so that the door wouldn’t easily open but it was one of those locks that didn’t require a key. He opened it with a twist of the handle. 

The drawer was fairly small but it was big enough for the bag to fit along with its contents. He made sure that there was no way for the rats or bugs to enter the drawer before putting the bag inside. 

I’ll have to renovate this place, Noah thought as he exited the house. He needed to somehow decrease the amount of bugs inside the house, he knew he couldn’t get rid of them completely but it was better to have less. The mattress inside the house was dirty and Noah would rather sleep on the ground than risk sleeping on it. He planned on throwing out the mattress and sleeping on the bed base instead.

Noah sighed and sat, inspecting the knife. It had dry blood stuck to it. He could do anything he wanted with the knife, the man had said it himself, the man who gave him this knife. Who was he anyway?

For some reason Noah didn’t regret the fact that he didn’t get to see the man’s face nor was he thankful for the knife he was given. Why was he ungrateful? Perhaps, Noah thought, this knife was the greatest gift he’d ever received, no it’s the only gift he’d ever received. But he felt no attachment to it. Were other people also ungrateful for their first gift.

Noah didn’t know so he cleaned his knife using the rags he wore. He realized that this knife could be used for more. Noah saw the possibilities this knife gave him, possibilities that he never had before and he felt something, a tingly sensation in his heart, it made his lips curl up into a smile. He didn’t understand, although he was ungrateful for this knife. For some reason Noah felt happy to have it nonetheless, perhaps he always deserved this knife and finally having it in his hands is what made him so happy.

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