Never Trust a Drunk

In the back room there was a small bed and a wooden chest up against the wall. The guard before was probably sleeping until he heard Yern. Ready to get out of this house and to some type of safety, Yern rushed to the chest and opened it. What he found in it did not disappoint him. Inside the chest were three bags full of coins, bronze of course, no one would have this much silver or gold in the slums. But it still was a huge amount. more than Yern had seen in his life. 

Regrettably he wouldn't be able to take all three bags. He could take two but then he wouldn't be able to defend himself well if someone decided they wanted what was in the bags. One bag had about 7000 coins in it, that was enough for Yern. He couldn't be too greedy and risk losing what little he had just gained.

He tried to come up with the route he would take home in his head but couldn't still overjoyed having actually pulled this off. They didn't have the saying about not counting your chicken before they hatch in the slums. Yern took a last look at the bags of money he would have to leave behind and went through the back door.

Yern decided he would go through the business sector of the district to at least have a few guards around to deter anyone attacking him. Although this would cause many people to see him with the money, he knew it was worth it. After all, anything could be in the bag and no one could say for sure he'd stolen the money just because of a bag. He still had to make it off this side of town before he had potential protection.

The back door of the house led into an alley with small thrown together shacks just opposite of the door. There were only a few people in the alley probably because of how late it was. They gave Yern quick glances but decided it was better to mind their business after seeing the fresh blood on his shirt and pants. That was until a man got up from playing some game under a light pole and walked over to him.

"Aye kid. Where'd you get that bag from?" the skinny pale man asked. This man looked like he knew the answer to his question already as he moved towards the machete in his belt. Yern knew he was in for a trouble son time against a machete with his small knife. He didn't have a choice but to fight, not like he would let him go if he gave up the money, especially when he found his friend dead in the house. Still Yern had to see if he could bullshit his way out of this.

"I found it." Yern said praying to any god listening that this might work. Judging by the look on the man's face it hadn't.

"Like I'm stupid enough to believe that shit!" The man seemed genuinely angered that Yern even tried to tell such an obvious lie to him. Now the man actually drew the machete from his belt and Yern could see it in full detail. The machete had somehow broken and lost the point on it and was extremely rusty.

Yern dropped the bag from his shoulder and heard the coins jiggle as the bag hit the ground. He took the knife from his waistband. He was even more concerned about this fight because the other people in the alley seemed to be angry with him too, mainly the ones that were playing the game before with the man. Yern must have shown concern on his face because the man looked over to the small group then back to Yern and said. "Don't worry, they aren't paid so they won't risk interfering." 

Now the two were circling each other, both trying to find some type of opening. Yern not wanting to get in range of his machete decided he wouldn't make the first move. So he waited until the man did. Apparently getting irritated at the staring match, the man started swinging wildly at Yern making him fall back if he didn't want to lose his head. Now his back was almost against the wall of makeshift shacks and he was still being pushed back. The small crowd of people blocking the exit of the alley so he couldn't run. 'What to do! what the fuck can I do?!' he screamed at his self to think of anything to survive. As his back hit the wall an unreasonable idea came to his mind but with nothing left to do he threw his knife as hard as he could at the man charging him at the same time.

As he hit the man he felt a horrible burning feeling in his left leg but he couldn't focus on it. He opened his eyes to see they were on the ground. His knife had hit the man in his shoulder. Seeing the man still shocked from the desperate attack, Yern grabbed his knife out the man's shoulder and stabbed at his throat, missing because the man screamed and threw Yern off him. Yern's head smashed into a metal piece of the alley wall.

" You fucking psycho!" The man screamed, stumbling to get to his feet and ran off holding his shoulder. 'Fuck I'm dead. Thought he would fight to the end tho' he thought to himself as he rubbed his throbbing head. Looking at his leg he realized what the burning sensation was. The man had got a decent cut as Yern charged him. 'Now I have to go to a doctor. With the money' he tried to think of the quickest way there from where he was. Taking off his shirt and cutting away the bloody part he wrapped it around the cut as best he could.

Luckily the doctor was close or he would have bleed out and left the money to some very lucky person. Knocking on a door that was fully attached to the hinges and waiting for a few seconds, a woman opened the door.

"Need a doctor?" she asked before the bleeding leg, then rushed Yern inside and told him to get on the bed.

" Is Allen here?" Yern asked, startling the woman as she unwrapped the shirt from his leg.

"Yes, he is. Would you like him to treat you instead?" she replied and went to get this Allen person.