Eliot kept walking until he couldn't walk anymore, dropping himself in one of the nicer alleyways he'd seen. He hugged his bag to his chest and heaved a sigh. God, he needed water, but he was too tired to even open his bag and get the water out. He'd been walking for so long... But it was all worth it to ensure he got away from that place he formerly called home. It was no home for him and hadn't been for a couple of years.

He rested for a few minutes longer before finally finding the strength to grab water from his pack and sip at the bottle. He didn't want to make himself sick drinking too quickly. At least most of the heat of the day had passed with night coming in. He continued to sip at his water carefully until he didn't feel such a burning thirst anymore. So far, he'd survived, but it'd only been a week since he'd made the decision to flee.

At least, he thought, his synagogue had been lovely while it lasted. But he couldn't stay around his old hometown anymore. Inhaling deeply, he stood again, feeling refreshed enough to walk at least a little bit more. Hopefully enough to find a better place to hunker down for the night.

He came across a park quickly enough and, after looking around and not seeing anyone, he spread out his jacket on the ground beneath it and propped his bag as a pillow, resting his head on it. Wasn't the worst setup he'd had so far.

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