I stuffed my hands in my black hoodie pocket and walked the streets of Detroit in the cold, dark, night. I wasn't sure where I was going but I didn't care. I've been through so much shit these past few days if I died I wouldn't mind. I looked down at the cracked road. "Hey, you." I heard a male call. My head shot up. The guy I saw earlier.... Marshall, was walking towards me. "Where are you going?" He wondered. I shrugged. "Well, come with me." He suggested. I stopped and stared at him. I barley knew this guy, should I go? Yes, I already been through hell and back, I could do this. He waited for me to decide what to do. I took in a deep breath and walked towards him.