Snippet #2457462

"Down I-Ivan Street, house 312" Bahm told her his address, standing up slowly with his back pressed against the wall. His side felt like it was being ripped apart, since he never experince being injured and to add to it, the cold wasn't any help. Confused and terrifed, Bahm's eyes widen to see it was the woman he saw before, at the bar. He felt as if he gotten himself in deep trouble but he waved it off as being a sign of fear. He followed the woman, holding onto her sleeve like it was life support.

Looking up he stared at her. Her long brown hair framed her face and her purple eyes were quite pretty, looked nice and frail like any other girl but her eyes told a whole different story. Bahm held her stare as if staring straight into her soul but truth to be hold, he was trying to see if she was trustworthy. He looked back down.

"I followed that hunter dude to apologize to him but I end up getting attacked by a drunk with a knife." He shook his head, displeased. “Guess I won’t be able to now” Bahm looked back, seeing that the crows already caught sight of his blue hair and followed. He wasn’t sure how those dang crows even got into the tunnels.
Bahm Yeager walked faster with the woman, in hope the crows and the pain would go away. “Who are you, anyway?” His voice was soft and barely adioable.