He left the old man lying face down, he was not moving. Not looking back he ran out across the road , dodging between two cars and headed around the corner. His rasping laboured breathing was the only sound on the deserted street, but then someone shouted and he nearly stumbled. Feet pounded behind him. Turning the next corner he found himself in a narrow alley. He climbed on a bin and pulled himself up and over the nearest wall. Crouching down he listened at the gate for the footsteps and then turned slowly at the low threatening growl behind him.