The start of the city

Spread out before you was the beginnings of the city that your suburbs surrounded. Either side of you the familiar copy & paste suburban style housing faded away and was replaced with brick rowhouses and concrete apartment blocks. You journeyed farther into the unfamiliar city, hoping a large place like this would be perfect to lie-low in. After all, here you were just another face among the crowd. You slipped your heels back on and entered the crowded streets of the big city.

As the sun began to set beyond the horizon, you watched with child-like awe as the cityscape lit-up with flashing lights as neon signs. But you had no time for awe, as the stinging of the hundreds of thrones lodged in every conceivable part of your body so politely reminded you. You needed to find somewhere private where you could take some time to lick your wounds. But you didn’t have any money on you either. Since you couldn’t just knock on random doors and ask if they could let you stay the night, you resolved to find a public restroom instead. There you could remove the thorns and clean your wounds. You easily grabbed a stranger’s attention by tapping him on his shoulder, and preceded to ask him for directions.