Chapter 2It was almost an entire fortnight before Clay ventured once more into the night. He had reached his limit of endurance and, heebie-jeebies or not, he simply had to escape the confines of his home. Everything would be okay if he stayed away from the train station, from the abandoned house. On his first night out since the incident, he had planned to stick to more public areas. And if stopped by the police, he would say he was in urgent need of medication and was heading to the nearby 24-hour pharmacy.
The night was particularly cold. He could see his breath form small clouds before dispersing into the dark. The chill seemed to eat through the fleece of his parka, not enough so that he was cold, but enough to let him know it was there.
He headed for Central Avenue, which was eeril
