A door creaked open loudly, but no one was around to hear it. Hobbling slowly out came a dirty old man, obviously homeless. He gazes around shiftily, his eyes stopping on the body. He hesitates. His lowered eyes dance around again, he slowly approaches the body. The smell makes him stop a few feet away, but a quick glance up shows that there's not much time till the sun came up.
Determinedly, he shuffles to the body, gasping a little at the unusual exertion, and drops to his knees by the body. His cold fingers tremble a little unsteadily as they search the corpse, prying into the places most likely to hide treasures. Finally he stood up again with a grunt, his hands clutching his booty. The sky was getting light- he had to be at the soup kitchen soon for breakfast. Quickly, he stuffed his spoils away in the layers of greyed clothing he wore, and once more the body was left alone.
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