Chapter 3: People are strange

The air was almost fresh. He liked it. Although the wind was cold and his coat still tucked up underneath his elbow. He look for his car hoping he would find it and not need to put his coat on. His car was blue and a bit rusted, he knew that it didnt look like the best but he loved it. It got him to the places that he needed to be as fast a possible. He walked down the sidewalk and saw people of all sorts pass him, but they all stared at him. He did suppose that he hadn't shaved in the two weeks that he had been locked up in his apartment and he didnt shower either, in fact he dont think that he washed or changed his clothes. Come to think of it he kinda understood why people were staring at him. He turned away from the side eyes that were being thrown his way and saw his rust bucket of a car. Bluey. Yes he named it. Gray opened the passenger side door it opened with a loud protest, but open never the less. He climbed across the passenger side over to the driver's side. The years of rust had ended up rust the door shut, but it didnt mean that didnt mean that he couldn't drive bluey. Plus Bluey was good to him. He reached across the passenger side and shut the door. The cold wind was gone it was almost warm