As soon as Brent was a safe distance away from the hospital he parked at a mall.  He would need some new clothes, he entered a mens's department store and browsed a couple of aisles.  He only needed a couple sets of clothes so he looked at the pants, shirts, belts, sockes, boxers and shoes, only finding a couple things that he liked.  He passed by a wall mirror and saw that he looked like a mad man, with all the bandages and bruises."Do you need any help finding anything?"  A young woman asked.He turned around to see a young brunette with bright green eyes.  "Oh, no I am just browsing.  My wife asked me what clothes that I wouls like for my birthday, so I'm looking ot see what ones that I like."  He lied, hoping that the young associate had bought into the lie.She looked at him in horror, then quickly compesed herself when she noticed him staring.  "I'm sorry but are you alright?  You look like you were in an accid

Garrison was at a local bar called the Circle P, he was feeling so alive!  He never thought that he would ever be able to feel this way again.  Taking Pauline's life had unlocked a hunger that knew no bounds!  He thirsted for more but he knew that he needed to cage it for the time being.  He was so deep in his thoughts that he wasn't aware someone talking to him."Hey mister?  HEY!"  The bartender finally tapped him on the shoulder.Garrison was temporarily out of it but he eased up a bit when he finallhy got his bearings.  "Oh, sorry, what can I do for ye?""Did you call for a cab?"  The bartender was a middle aged man with salt adn pepper, shoulder length hair.  He kind of reminded him of a biker."No, sir, but can I get another shot?"  Garrison needed to be more aware of his surroundings.  He needed to have a target to take the edge off.  He is not like his brother, who likes ot physically tor

When Sierra and Mack were questioning the sales clerk, who reported the theft, Sierra was on edge.  She didn't feel right, she kept losing focus, and she felt like she was in hell wearing a parka!"Alright, thank you ma'am, we will look into this."  Mack told the clerk noticing Sierra's behavior.They were both headed to the parking lot when Mack faced her.  "What the hell is the matter with you?!  You don't look so hot and your temper is getting the best of you."She glared at him before answering.  "I don't know, I think maybe I'm just coming down with the flu or something." He just kept staring at her, not buying her explaination.She rolled her eyes at him.  "I'll be alright, just drop me off at my place.""I think that you should go to the doctor's office."  Mack suggested."I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THE FUCKING DOCTORS OFFICE!  Just drive me home!"  She didn't know what brought on t

When Brent was done showering, he made sure that he was healing nicely.  So far so good, I'm almost completely healed.  He watched the news for any new leads or breaks in his escape.  So far the authorities were stumped or at least that's what they were telling the media.  For some reason he hadn't heard or read anything on why O'Grady escaped either.  Oh well, I'll find out soon enough. He thought to himself as he headed for the door.He needed to get an early start because he had a long day ahead of him starting with some stops before he went to the police station.  He drove up a very steep, curvy road that turned out to be a dead end road.  He drove along until he came to a small beige and grey house.  He parked behind a purple Jetta then calmly walked up the steps and rang the doorbell.  He waited until he heard someone answer the door before pulling out his 9mm Beretta out of his jacket pocket.He smi

Garrison spent all day getting ready for the night.  He moved all of his stuff to Pauline's old house.  He also noticed an old abandoned house about a block from Pauline's place.  He would move everything there after he took care of some things later.  He put a cordless drill, a hacksaw, a couple steak knives, and a clean change of clothes into a small black duffel bag in some bushes nect to an open window, leading to the basement.After dropping off his supplies he had lunch at a drive up diner, then walked around town for a little while.  When he finally went to his workshop it was pretty late, so he showered and dressed.  He walked down to Joe's bar adn set up another tab, this time he was drinking shots of 100 proof Southern Comfort whiskey.  He was feeling a little anxious, which was never good.As he waited for his targets, a very attractive young woman bought him a couple rounds.  She looked to be in her late twenties, pro