For some reason Zeke was back in Central City which he had no idea why. Sighing he walked around the streets trying to find somewhere to stay. His jeans were ripped at the knees and his shirt well it had seen better days and could hardly be called a shirt any more though he was down to his last set of clothes.

He liked life on the streets but it was hard. Though Zeke really needed to find a steady job and somewhere to stay. He honestly was starting to think he was done running though he knew that he would never be done fully until he escaped from his past if that was at all possible.