Axel kicked a stray piece of crumpled paper out of his way as he walked through the city streets.
"If there's a God, he hates me."
He had just lost his job, his car had been stolen, and he lived over twenty miles away. With no cell phone to call anyone, he was stuck walking back to his house. It was already eight o'clock, and he had school the next morning. His mind wandered a fair bit as he continued, keeping his hands in his jacket pockets to ward off the cold fall air. Another chill breeze ruffled his combed-back dark brown hair, and penetrated his jacket and the Hawaiian shirt he wore beneath. His sapphire eyes were downcast, staring intently at the pavement. In his own misery, he didn't even notice someone walk out of an alley and begin following him.
That one person was soon joined by a second, and then a third, all the while eluding Axel's notice. As Axel approached the bridge that led out of the city towards his hometown, a fourth man stepped out of the forest area off to the side of the road, and stopped him from the front.
"Hey, kid," The first man who was tailing him said, "Hand over your wallet and turn out your pockets. Do as we say, and you won't get hurt. Much."
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