Everett
These future moments would forever be etched into his mind. The jerking of the trolley, and the squishing and squashing of those all shoved inside it. Strangers were unknowingly hurting him, their new crown prince meant for the throne. Somehow, he found that funny. This was then followed a silent hiss once the trolley jerked to a final stop.
Looking out through the window panes and the in between passing strangers, he saw the small spotted leopard. Kosovo.
Everett hunched in on himself and maneuvered he way off the trolley.
Once off, he started limping after Kosovo, not noticing that all the constant movements had kept his shoulder wound from healing. The blood was already beginning to seep into the blanket tarp like thing Jana had covered him with.