Aaron Lyte found himself taking a sneaky stroll through some back alleyways. He nearly felt like whistling. He'd hit the jackpot this time. Hours ago, he'd been hanging out in one of the old residential divisions, the ones out in the suburbs, when a memory had struck him. His mom used to can. Then his thoughts continued, she couldn't have been the only one, right? So, the young wannabe doctor had taken to ducking in and out of the, hopefully, abandoned homes. He went through five, his hopes dwindling with each of them, before he finally happened upon a treasure trove. Given, he hadn't a clue what was in half of the jars. But still. Food was food.
An hour later found him in the backyard, beneath an oak tree digging what appeared tot he normal eye, to be a grave, complete with handmade cross headstone. However, if one were close enough to see what the man was doing, they'd notice not a coffin at the bottom of the hole, but wooden crates. This kind of thing was normal for Aaron. He was storing things for future use. Afterall, who would think to dig up a grave now days? Noone in their right mind would burry anything useful along with a dead body, they'd take everything, sometimes that even included the clothes, of the dead person before burying the body. So grave robbers really didn't have anything to rob. Unless they were after the bodies. But Aaron didn't dare think about why someone would want a dead body. The idea usually made him sick to the stomach. Finally, the last shovel full of dirt was added to the mound then patted down. Aaron stopped for a moment then bowed his head, pretending to pray, just in case there were any onlookers in the distance.
Aaron went to the wooden cross and took out a pocket knife he'd found in the house and carved the initials L.L. The initials belonged to his kid sister, he'd kept in contact with her throughout the years, until all of this crap went down and he couldn't any longer. He marked all of his graves with the initials of family members, depending on how good he thought the stash was. His best ones he marked with his sisters initials (L.L.), the worst, with his fathers (G.L.) and the ones between those two standers, with his mothers (M.L.). Beneath the initials he always put the same symbol, a heart with sunrays.
After his business with the grave was done, Aaron packed up everything he wanted to take with him and began on his way into the city's depths. In his backpack, he'd wrapped a few jars of what he hoped, was fruit, in rags so they wouldn't clink around and give him away. He had a sharpening steel and the newly acquired pocket knife, a spoon, a fork, an extra shirt and pants, and of course his pieced together medkit. He kept his scalpels in a tool belt at his waist, along with a few other survival things. Which included, a sewing needle and thread, a small bottle of the strongest alcohol he could find, a lighter, and another, smaller pocket knife, and a couple other odds and ends. Then he had two special pouches at each one of his hips full fo something special.
Anyways, back to present time:
So, needless to say, Aaron was in a good mood as he went about his sneaky stroll. He managed to avoid large, violent groups of people as he walked along. Normally, he didn't mind running into people, sure, there were killer aliens among them, but the way he saw it, he was a dead man walking anyways, they all were. However, that didn't stop him from offering to fix up someone if it looked like they needed it bad enough. Sometimes he'd offer a trade for his services, it depended on how bad the possible patient was. Usually, he traded for medicine, or food and water, other times yet, he'd ask to hang out for the night. So, when he saw one of the yummiest blokes he'd seen in awhile, carrying an unconscious girl into a building, he just had to offer up his services. Aaron licked his lips before he straightened his lab coat and crossed the road to enter the door he'd watched them disappear into. In his experience, it was never a good idea to just follow someone into a building, it usually got you shot at. He had the scar to prove it. However, Aaron did so anyways, before he crossed tot he door that he witnessed closing. He paused for a moment before going to knock on the door. The long haired man twiddled his thumbs as he waited for the man to come inspect the door.
