Keep silent and hope he doesn't notice you.

You desperately try to control your breathing, hoping that if he doesn’t notice you he’ll just fall back asleep. He continues to shuffle about under what you assume to be his covers, his head raising up a bit. You can’t tell if he’s looking around, the dark obscuring everything but the faintest of outlines. You look back to the men outside - being careful to turn your eyes and not your head - and find them chatting, letting out puffs of smoke.

“Hey, we’ll be here ‘til you get back with the drinks, aight?” one of them shouts down the alley before another calls back.

Great… just how long are you going to be stuck here? At the very least, it seems the guy who was closest to you was the one they sent off.

“Ah-!”

You let out a small cry as something strikes your leg. The man now starting to sit up, stretching outwards, and you’re suddenly bathed in the stench of booze. It was almost eye-watering, the smell of various liquors and spirits assaulting your senses.

“Who’sat?” the gruff voice called again. “Mallory? Mallory is that you…?”

His speech was slurred, barely more than a mumble, but it was getting progressively louder...

“Have you come back to me, darlin’!?”

The man must either be drunk or delusional, his words barely understandable. You have almost no idea what to do in a situation like this… As a woman, the last thing you want to do is reveal yourself to those guys, especially having heard their earlier comments. But is staying in here with a homeless, drunken, and possibly delusional stranger any better!? You don’t want to reveal yourself, but if he keeps calling out, they might come over and find you anyway! ****, you...