the cool night breeze pricked at your skin as you make your way to the gas station, the moonlight of the oddly quiet evening illuminating your path along with the street-lights, the echo of your footsteps the only thing breaking the silence the gas station itself was nothing special, but it was the closest store to you, and who could blame you if you wanted some chips? the quiet seemed to fade as you neared the station, replaced with.. sobbing? It sounded like it, mixed with odd choking sounds and mutters, the occasional yelled swear word. Was someone crying? it was someone crying, as it turned out. An.. odd looking man hunched over on the ground, sobbing into his knees, twitching and jerking seemingly uncontrollably. In the harsh light of the windows his hair looked.. matted and dirty, his clothes hanging off him poorly and his skin pale and sickly what now?