Snippet #2454471

Bahm stood in shock as he watched the older man walk out, he shook in his boots. This was the closest he has ever been to death, other then the time he fell though the ice into the cold-biting water. A low murmur filled the room as he ran his hand through his blue hair. Thinking back on it, that man had a rifle and those are only made in the South.
The South.
It took months to get there, and Bahm caught up to the fact that he broke the scope to the rifle, causing his boyish face to turn white. He must apologize to the person in case he desides to come back and put Bahm more into a debt than he is already at.
So with the Snowflake in hand, he walked out the door as the woman ask where he was going. The cold wind bit at his cheeks and nose once the door shut and the snow gathered on his thin shirt but Bahm didn't care. His body was built for the cold but he still craved for the warmth in the.South. His eyes wandered the tunneled city, trying to see past the darkness that already settled in the quartiere, so he started to run. His second oldest brother Duncan was quite fond of the cross country teams long before the world became to this, so he basically dragged Bahm into the running games. Short breaths, long strides, keep your arms close, he could run for miles if it wasn't for the cold.
Soon a figure came up, large and strong, giving Bahm the sigh of relief but it was still to far away. The young boy did as how Duncan told him, relax the muscles in his shoulder and quickened his steps, and now he was at least 15 feet from the man.
"S-Sir!" Bahm yelled, "Sir I need to apo-" He fell backwards, trying to stop his speed. He mistaken him for another person.
A drunk to be exact. He walked sluggishly toward Bahm, twirling a small knife it hand.
"Stupid kid, so damn loud" His words were sluggish caused by alcohol and body stiffens before he lunged at Bahm, barely missing with only having the weapon dig deep into the side of Bahm's frail body. The blue hair covered it and ran around him and forwards but knew the drunk was past out on the ground.
**Quartiere(Italian)=Neighborhood.