By Shadrick Beechem
Andrew Richards read over the crumpled notebook he found with blurry amusement as he squatted and shat next to the train car which he’d decided would be his home for the night. He tore out the last page where the delirious ranting ended abruptly, and used it to wipe his ass. He then finished off the last of his whiskey and was about to climb up into the car when he saw the cat, sitting complacently a few feet away, meowing innocently.
“Hey there lil guy, whydontcha com’ere?” he slurred at the animal and, as he spoke, it got up and sauntered off around the corner. Curiosity peaked, he followed it into the darkness.