#thread1;elias

Six am, a time where most functional people were either waking up or sound asleep. Not Dylan, though. Instead he was traipsing along the path of the park at a speed which could be beaten by a particularly tired snail, each step making it clear that he was annoyed to be walking - an annoyance which only increased as he had to stop dead in his tracks, almost colliding head first into a runner coming from the opposite direction. "Hey, the fuck you even running from? A bear?"