He sprinted down the alley clutching the pack tightly. He could hear shouts from behind. His vision blurring, his breaths getting harder. He looked back for a split second and found a few figures closing in. He mustered all his strength and weaved through the crowd. He must escape. He must get away. He must not be caught. For them, the pack was a packet of bread missing from the display. For him it was the first food he would eat in a period of four days..