He runs through a puddle, the alleyway was a mess of garbage and was soaking from the rain that had poured down on the Earth just twenty minutes ago. Hearing the sirens grow near, America hides behind a large trash can. Hopefully, the cops would walk by the alley, to be blind enough not to search such a hidden place.

Sighing in relief as the sirens get quieter again, America sprints off again. His heart beats loudly in his chest, as he can hear and feel every breath that he takes.

“…”