Someone had spray painted signs on the buidings. “This way” said one. “Avoid Cross Street” said another. A third sign — it was true —advised, “liquor store empty.” He began to wonder: who was his anonymous benefactor? How long ago had he painted the warnings, and was he still alive?
Eventually he found a sign with the words “safe house”, and an arrow. It led to another, which led to another, which pointed to a brick building… looked like an old light industrial building.
He kept moving; anyone inside was as likely to rob and kill him as anything else.