Trigger: Day 4

Word Count: 24,022

Summary of Events:

Spencer was invited to hang out by a friend and rather promptly set out to that friend's home, only to be distracted by thoughts of southern downtown Kynaston, one of the most gang-controlled areas of the city . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

  All this thought about the southern downtown made him wonder. What had changed there? What was the state of crime?

Most crimes committed on that side of the downtown weren’t well-documented, instead, the victims of the crimes just enacted vigilante justice and got revenge on the people who’d wronged them themselves. In fact, most of the crimes that occurred in Kynaston — particularly in southern downtown and the Southwest — were done out of revenge, a never-ending vicious cycle of getting back at each other.

Finding a parkade, he paid and drove his car inside until he found one of the darkest spots and parked his car in it. He then took the stairs up to ground level and stepped out into the partly cloudy afternoon. As he strode toward south downtown he wondered where he should see about checking out first.

For all the crime that happened in Kynaston — and especially in south downtown — it couldn’t deter people from walking the streets of Kynaston. 

That wasn’t to say that the sidewalks were bustling with people, but there was enough people to make the area look alive and not all that dangerous, even if the maintenance wasn’t always the greatest.

He walked along the sidewalks confidently, and a fair amount of people didn’t hardly give him a second glance, but many of them outright stopped and stared at him, completely agog.

The attention was unappreciated, and, honestly he didn’t understand it. He’d come to south downtown before, and not just all those years ago either, but as recently as two weeks ago he’d come downtown to one of the speakeasies with a handful of friends.

Sure, this was the middle of a weekday afternoon, but even still, why should people be stopping and staring at him? Wasn’t he free to walk wherever he wanted with impunity?

He knew where he was going and he knew how to stay alive. He knew this area well, even if he wasn’t going to confess that to anyone, and he would be fine; in fact, he would feel a lot better if people would just leave him alone.