Nostalgia

Zelek exited the airplane at JFK with a smile, New York City, The place was a buffet, too many people in one place meant that once could hunt endlessly and not make a dent, maybe even go unnoticed for quite some time, until people started making connections, deducing patterns, taking notes and chasing your trail. But then he had an edge, no one could get rid of a body like he could. It was nothing like the small towns he had found throughout Europe on remote hillsides. He would stay in a youth hostel, and slowly pick away at the small population until the dwindling population would come to the conclusion that it could only be that strange young man that was new to town. But by then it was too late, He would take care of the rest of the miniscule population and bled them dry, leaving a mess for the next interloper to find.

He hailed a cab after the slow disgusting process of picking up baggage and putting up with airport security until he could exit and free himself, it wasn’t so bad moving from nationally, but internationally was a thorough pain. He had to buy a visa, a fake passport set up a whole new background for him. None of it would matter after he had somewhere to call home, but for now it would serve him. Tonight however, he was only looking to find a hotel, and something light to eat. A yellow van beat out a green and white cab for his business. The early bird got the worm and all that.

“ I’d like to go to a hotel near central park, anything that you think might have an open room will do.” The Cab driver nodded and they were off.