"Also Martin, i think you mean a whole different needle." Martin cocked an eye at the woman, wondering how she could be such a bitch.
"You know the streets that the government wants to show the world, not the streets that you're too high and mighty to visit. You don't know shit about where I come from, you're too busy raking in your paychecks and buying new shit to even think about the inner city. So don't talk to me like that." Martin replied with a new found confidence, Well, on the bright side, this catastrophe will give me a chance to start over...
Suddenly, she dropped to the ground and began sobbing. Martin looked at the woman, confused. " I am sorry Martin, thats nothing like me.... I am.... I am just scared"
"Eh, don't worry about it, I get it a lot. Just don't do it again. Also, I'm clean. Never done drugs, though I've had quite a few run ins with addicts..."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
Martin spent hours crawling through the streets, avoiding the infected, and using his baseball bat when a confrontation could not be avoided. He had to leave all that he knew behind: his dumpster, those friendly crack addicts, even that hooker who sometimes talked to him, all were gone.
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
Martin spent hours crawling through the streets, avoiding the infected, and using his baseball bat when a confrontation could not be avoided. He had to leave all that he knew behind: his dumpster, those friendly crack addicts, even that hooker who sometimes talked to him, all were gone.
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
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"One in every 10 million people can potentially have a headache from this pill." God forbid she is the 0.000000001% of having a headache.
"Fucking crack addicts coming back for more..." he mumbled to himself as he pushed aside his cardboard blankets, and rummaged around in the darkness of his dumpster to find his baseball bat. He peeked out of the crack of the lid to see the crack addict shuffling towards him, groaning as he came.
"Dude, I told you, I haven't got any money, I'm a god damn hobo." Martin said to the man, but he just kept coming. Christ, must have really hit the crack hard.. he thought to himself, wondering if he would have to lay down the beatdowns once more.
The addict kept shuffling towards him, now growling. Martin lashed out with his baseball bat, hoping for the best. The man seemed unphased, and he struck out once more.
All of the sudden, a bullet pierced the addicts skull, and Martin stood in stunned silence. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!!" he yelled at the man, wondering who this murderer was.
*Attention all citizens of Relyt. The recent epidemic that has hit our fine city has spun out of control. All humans infected with the Umbrage virus should be quarantined. If you know anybody who has been infected through a blood transfer of another infected, please avoid them at all cost. As of now, there is no cure for the virus and the outbreak has reached critical state. The government has quarantined the whole city. Nobody is allowed to leave. If any attempts are made, that person will be shot on the spot, no questions asked. We ask that all clean citizens please make there way to the police station. We are attempting to gather everyone together to ensure everyone's safety. If you run into a person who is infected, kindly ask them to report to quarantine on the edge of the city and then leave them. If they attempt to attack you, avoid all measures of being bitten as this is the main way the virus is being spread. God speed everyone.*
"... Wait, what the hell is going on here?"
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"You know the streets that the government wants to show the world, not the streets that you're too high and mighty to visit. You don't know shit about where I come from, you're too busy raking in your paychecks and buying new shit to even think about the inner city. So don't talk to me like that." Martin replied with a new found confidence, Well, on the bright side, this catastrophe will give me a chance to start over...
Suddenly, she dropped to the ground and began sobbing. Martin looked at the woman, confused. " I am sorry Martin, thats nothing like me.... I am.... I am just scared"
"Eh, don't worry about it, I get it a lot. Just don't do it again. Also, I'm clean. Never done drugs, though I've had quite a few run ins with addicts..."
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
But, he was joyous to arrive at the police station, still alive and hoping to find officers to protect the citizens, and to finally receive a hot meal. His hopes were dashed when he walked through the doorway.
"Seven? We're all that survived? Martin said as he looked around, astonished as he looked at the ravaged, bloodied survivors. From the looks of it, only one other person knew much of the streets, and he was a bit too creepy for his own good.
"Well.... guess we'd better get aquainted, we're probably going to be spending a lot of time together. Name's Martin Kirby, I'm a.... vagabond. I know a lot about the streets, and can find a needle in a haystack if I need to."
"Fucking crack addicts coming back for more..." he mumbled to himself as he pushed aside his cardboard blankets, and rummaged around in the darkness of his dumpster to find his baseball bat. He peeked out of the crack of the lid to see the crack addict shuffling towards him, groaning as he came.
"Dude, I told you, I haven't got any money, I'm a god damn hobo." Martin said to the man, but he just kept coming. Christ, must have really hit the crack hard.. he thought to himself, wondering if he would have to lay down the beatdowns once more.
The addict kept shuffling towards him, now growling. Martin lashed out with his baseball bat, hoping for the best. The man seemed unphased, and he struck out once more.
All of the sudden, a bullet pierced the addicts skull, and Martin stood in stunned silence. "WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!!" he yelled at the man, wondering who this murderer was.
*Attention all citizens of Relyt. The recent epidemic that has hit our fine city has spun out of control. All humans infected with the Umbrage virus should be quarantined. If you know anybody who has been infected through a blood transfer of another infected, please avoid them at all cost. As of now, there is no cure for the virus and the outbreak has reached critical state. The government has quarantined the whole city. Nobody is allowed to leave. If any attempts are made, that person will be shot on the spot, no questions asked. We ask that all clean citizens please make there way to the police station. We are attempting to gather everyone together to ensure everyone's safety. If you run into a person who is infected, kindly ask them to report to quarantine on the edge of the city and then leave them. If they attempt to attack you, avoid all measures of being bitten as this is the main way the virus is being spread. God speed everyone.*
"... Wait, what the hell is going on here?"