A awkward time(open)

I had been walking towards the dock. No reason in particular, just felt like it. I see some guy jump off the fish train. "Why was he in there?" I think. Oh well. In his hurry he bumps into me. I noticed he had been talking to himself. Weird. This guy was turning out to look kind of psycho. "Sorry man didn't mean to bump into you." he says. I turn around. "No pproblem I say quietly. That's when I get a closer look at the guy. He has a really short buzz cut and looks pretty scary. "Hey," I start, "you don't look like you're from here."

This guy seemed desperate. "Come on." I say. "Follow me." I walk to the west end of the harbor. There's a dock that has a wide opening that a dug out I while ago. I go there to get away from people. i lead him down there. "Ok. Say what you need to say now or I'm calling a Peacekeeper." I say right off the bat.

Wow. This kid was messed up. All the more reason to help him. "Ok man, listen up, and listen well. I will help you, on one condition. You can't come out of here. Nobody else knows about my hiding place so I don't think you'll be bothered." I knew it was a lame condition, but still. "Also, you cannot let anyone know I'm helping you. This has to be a complete secret. I wll bring you food and stuff, it's not like my parents will notice. But don't get too cozy, things could change quick, and without warning. Oh yeah one more thing, donj't kill anymore Peacekeepers. For future reference, thats never a good idea." He nods and I smile. "Good. I see we are at an agreement."

I exit the cave without even paying attention to his last comment. I don't really know where I could get any food or drink. I go and sit on a dock the juts out a good way into the water. Ugh, it disgusts me to see what kinds of things people throw in the water: plastic, milk cartons, paper, water jugs....Wait! Water jugs! I grab one out of the water and rinse it out a few times in the salty ocean. I fill it up with water from a nearby hose. Now for the dilemma of food.....The old man who runs the clam stand in the maket is usually gone for lunch by now so I grab a bag from the stand. I walk back to the cave and crawl in. "Here," I say and toss the bag of clams and water jug to him, "Lunch."