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A wrong turn.

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The peace of night was disturbed by a loud belch followed by a howl of drunken laughter which echoed around the thick concrete walls of the alley. Deep inside the alley hidden away from the entrance by twists and turns sat a drunken tramp. "Here's to you buddy!" He laughed drunkenly looking up and toasting the full moon as he took another large mouthful of extra strong beer.

The tramp was in his late forties and sat on a pile of old wooden pallets as he continued to drink. His messy shoulder length hair which is a mixture of light brown and grey hung down covering his dirty bearded face. Even though the hour was late he had spent most of that day sleeping of the previous night's drunkenness so was wide awake eager to get drunk once again. As it was summer he was only wearing his long dirty olive green trench coat which hand seen better days and tattered blue jeans.

He spent most of his time in this part of town as it was deserted and far away from any pigs to give him any hassle or move him on. He looked around the well lit alley and wondered to himself if he should venture out off the alley for some action or just stay put and continue to get even more pissed.

(So who's going to enter the alley?)
 
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