William walks around to the back of the pizzeria and disposed of a few large trash bags. His clothes and hair was disheveled. He wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked at the large trash bin with crazed and desperate eyes while the sweat on his brow increased.

He then started to walk backwards, slowly while staring at the bin. He turned around, quickly walking back into the pizzeria closing the door behind him.

Weeks go by and every night, it’s the same but the look in his eyes get worse.