Snippet #2138959

Nikolai was sprawled out on the cold floor, unlike a lot of people he knew there was no drool dripping down his face from sleeping. His hair was all messed up, but he did not care. Just like he did back in the alley, before he built that hut from scrap wood he found, he jumped up and looked around for a mirror to check if there were any graphic penis' drawn on his face. That's when he saw other people awake. "Is there any thing on my face?" He asked, noticing the people on the ground. His eyes widened, but closed almost. That is only one sign. That was when he felt the collar around his neck. He poked it once, and put his arms to his side. He did not want to show weakness, his looks told every body he knew that he was a scary brute, and he wanted to keep it that way. He did not care about any one around him. He even purposely kicked one of the people sleeping around him. He noticed a girl saying not to touch their collars and knew she had gone through what he did. He walked over to her, stepping on kids backs on purpose. He put his left arm around her and laughed. "We won once, odds are we might as well die this time."