~A week or so ago~Once more into the fray...
Into the last good fight I'll ever know.
Live and die on this day...
Live and die on this day...
He sat in an internet cafe reading a forum about an upcoming picnic and the brutality of cops when he noticed one post he ~had~ to reply to.
Fingers flying over the keyboard he replied to the posting with his own thoughts.No I am saying that the police have a very good reason to be as jumpy as they are. Harper Rocks murder rate is astronomical we have military lock down on one whole district and another at a Mausoleum in another. Claims of disease and outbreak These diseased look like walking zombies. People are regularly vanishing and huge numbers of people are losing time being walking down the street or something just to wake up dazed and confused elsewhere the reports are massive.
I don't have no conspiracy theory or anything fancy to go by but I can tell you what I have seen and know ... You probably wont believe me at least not at first until it happens to you.
Vouch. Also there are places in the city that have all sorts of traps laid. A couple weeks ago I ended up in the hospital when I was trying to check out a few places off the beaten path. I was badly burned when a homemade pipe bomb or something went off and was hit with a shotgun trap hooked up to a tripwire and shot at by a sensor turret. A ******* SENSOR TURRET.
You ******* kidding me? That's serious military hardware. Where the **** are people getting this ****? Why are they setting it up in a city? Kids could wander into a place that looks abandoned and get blown to ****.
Another time I went exploring near the south edge of town and again, there were all these poison gas traps. This isn't in the military controlled area either. This is places that are in and around the city.
Who the **** does that? Get a ******* burglar alarm. The cops are useless, won't even talk to you, forget punitive damages. It seems that you can set landmines in your yard and make your house into a deathtrap and in Harper Rock that's not given a second thought.
This city is insane.
I've woken up three times somewhere dazed and confused like that post said too and I've seen some strange **** out on the streets.
Unlike the previous poster I'll say it. There are weird part shadow stuff and part fleshy stuff beings out there. In the city, on the streets. I've also seen this thing that looked like someone took the dogs from Resident Evil and used cows instead.
This place is fucked. Just fucked.
Enjoy your picnic. Don't get eaten.
He logged of of the site with no intention of logging back in. Screw their picnic. He was going to make enough cash as quickly as possible to be on a plane, train or automobile out of dodge, eat his dust see-ya-later-bye! Hell he might even leave tonight.
~Present day~
The gun kicked in his hand and Luc immediately ducked behind the parked Buick again as the gangsters returned fire, speckling the vehicle with a new series of holes. He couldn't believe his rotten luck, pinned down in the slums by wannabe hard asses he had followed intending to rob after they were done robbing the warehouse. Rotten luck. Low on ammo, low on time. Twice already his wild shots back the the punks had forced one of them to retreat, they had been trying to flank him. Outnumbered and outgunned. ****.
Raising the gun above the hood he squeezes off a few more shots to buy some time as he looks around. There. A manhole. Maybe his only chance. Another couple shots pelt the car and he rolls toward the lid drawing his knife. Slamming it between the lid and the skirt he pries, it opens enough to slide it over an inch, that's enough. More rounds hit the car and he returns fire strafing the thugs' cover, kicking the manhole cover off fully before sliding down the ladder, feet and the hands on the outside of the handrails. He hits the bottom hard and takes a moment to take stock of his surrounding. His eyes not fully adjusted he barrels down one of the tunnels into the darkness, smoking gun still in hand, the smell of cordite overpowered by the filth around him.
This is not good, he thinks. Not a good place to be. Any tunnel could be oxygen starved, the breathable air (if any of this air is) displaced by carbon dioxide, or worse. He's heard stories of CHT tanks on Navy boats being opened and the fumes instantly killing the people working on them. Still, better chance of surviving a block or two down here than if he had stayed topside and got riddled with bullets. He stops once out of one of the sludge filled tunnels and listens for any sounds of pursuit. He doesn't think the gang bangers would follow him down him, that would **** up their 'kicks'. Still better safe than dead. Damn it he'd gotten careless, greedy, let things get out of control. Right now he should be driving off with those looter's haul in their van while their bodies cooled in the street, on his way to hawk their stash at the local pawn shops instead of wallowing in human excrement and all the rest of the crap that was flushed away. He silently thanked Pi for the gun, the extended clip was the reason he was still alive. The only reason.
He doesn't hear anyone coming after him from behind him so he relaxes slightly. Best to go a couple blocks, surface and hope to come up in an alleyway, but first. He pulls out his webphone, places a 911 call and gives the address along with reporting that there were gunshots fired. Maybe he'd disabled their vehicle and he can at least get some measure of revenge he thinks as he hangs up the phone. Fuckers. **** them and **** his rotten luck...
Bright side, at least the gang bangers didn't have a sensor turret. His wounds had healed miraculously, but he would have scars.
He turns and walks toward another murky tunnel with a sigh. He hated Harper Rock.