‘No, I help.’ The football fell to

‘No, I help.’ The football fell to the ground and he began to kick it through the sea of defenders. I crawled along the floor until I was back with my things. The alley was soon empty. There was no more chatter in the streets. All I could hear was the occasional animal in the distance and the prayer call ring through the city. I rested my head in my hands and closed my eyes making the most of the peace that I could.
I opened my eyes, shivering. The streets were completely empty and every shop was shut. Along the alley candles were lit. The moon’s glow only made it so far into the streets, creating a blue night above. Despite the cold I stared up at the night sky and lost myself for a moment. My rumbling stomach reminded me of my hunger and with that came back my thirst. By my side there were bits of food and a couple bottles of water dropped off by the some of the market venders. First though, I pulled my jacket out from underneath me and covered up. I looked at the feast of cooked meats, various vegetables and fruits. I rubbed my hands together and blew on them to warm them up. It was time to dig in and get rid of any hunger pains. I couldn’t wait to begin.
As I tucked into my midnight feast footsteps echoed through the alley. I thought nothing of it. It was normal. They began to pick up speed. They began to get louder. I looked out whilst I necked a load of water, but nothing was there. The bottle cracked as the air gushed back. I took another bit. The foot steps tunnelled deep into my ears, echoing in my mind, before they stopped cold. I looked out to see someone stood at the end of the alley. They were all dressed in white. The bottle of water hung in the air. Their long white shirt swayed in the wind. I looked further, focusing my eyes. I couldn’t see for sure, but I was positive that it was the boy.