You weren’t like others. You never had been. This was your only escape. You had to get away from everyone, live where no one could find out about your vile acts.

After your father left you, you went out of town and started wandering, deciding your goal was to find your mother you hadn’t seen since you were little.

One day you went to a convenience store and started stealing some pads, cans and stuff you needed. A crazy old man saw you and started screaming at you like you were actively killing someone. Another man who looked around your age stepped in and started arguing with him, giving you time to escape and steal. But this young man...You thought you were the only one; you had to be, right? No. That all changed after you smelt it on him. You didn’t even know his name, just his smell. Maybe, just maybe, you have found someone like you.

After leaving the store, you saw him walking across the parking lot. He had blood on his chin and the white shirt he had been wearing was gone. The smell only got stronger as he drew closer, his stern gaze never leaving you.

“He’s a few yards back if you want to—“ He started, but you wanted none of that. You just wanted to know how there was more than one of you.