Lucas dashed down the street.
The street was now filled with people going to and fro. It seemed quite lively despite the fact that a terrorist attack had taken place a week prior.
This didn't mean all evidence of the attack was gone from these people however.
Most of them moved at a slow, steady almost dragging pace with a look of loss and depression on their faces. Also, all of them wore black to show they were still in mourning.
Lucas dodged and weaved through the crowd. His mind was in a totally different place compared to his quickly moving body.
I can't believe I wasted so much time. Thankfully, there's enough time to head back to campus. I wonder-
His thoughts cut off abruptly as he passed the mouth of a narrow alley.
Three figures. Rough clothing. Hunched over what looked like a small memorial shrine, the kind families set up for loved ones lost in the recent attack.
