Alexander walked along an allyway, thinking exactly of what he should do for the day, but more importantly, of the infection that seemed to spreading through his right arm. Whenever he decided to mutilate his tattooed area, he never quite thought the whole thing through, he didn't get anti-septics or clean the wound , and the cloth he used to wrap it was definantly not the cleanest around. He sighed, he could feel a fever coming on from the infection, hopefully he could just ride it out. He walked along, hoping that the infection didn't become terrible. Being dead would severly interferre with his plans, He found a spot that, while not being hid from view, was rather free from pedestrians, and he sat down, contemplating his next move. There weren't many people about, mainly because it was so early, and he was thankful for that. He closed his eyes and laid his head back, today was going to be a long day.