Charles Gonzales sat on the end of his bed with his hands clasped in front of him. The voice in his head constantly told him what it was outside, and what he should do out there.
It's night time... Shouldn't we get something to eat?
"I... guess... Getting hungry, I'm sure..." He murmured.
Could murder a-
"Shut up!" Charles shouted, "not yet... Maybe... Perhaps..."
The eatery down the street, the diner farther on down, the-
Hissing through his teeth, he got up and staggered, leaning on the wall for balance.
On the table.
Walking slowly to the table, continuously grasping the wall for balance, he placed his hand firmly on the table and stood up straight. Brushing the hair from his eyes, he took the sunglasses and put them on. Walking to his closet, he became lost in thought; What will we eat? Whatever is available. Which is? Whatever is available.
"Whatever is available..." He murmured.
Moving to his closet, he stopped midway and looked down, spotting his black and gray poncho. Tipping his head to the side, he stared at it for a moment and picked it up, dusting it off in the process. Looking it over, he walked back to the table and draped it over the chair. His mouth twitching into a smile, he turned around and walked again to the closet. Reaching in, he laid his hand on the black coat and hesitated.
Take the coat. But... Take the coat. Not the poncho? Either one will do. Coat or poncho. Alright... ...
"Coat..." Charles said quietly as he took the coat from the hangar and closed the closet door. Putting on the coat, he searched the pockets and found a set of keys, assorted coins and a crumpled $10 bill. Nodding his head, he opened the door to the apartment and walked out. Lock the door.
Locking the door, he headed outside and started to walk down the street to the diner.