Realistic or Modern Overcast: Outbreak [bobgod]

[bobgod]

Pulling out of his garage Trevor pushes a little button on his dash to close the door remotley, a luxury, but also a time saver. Driving down the small alley, and then turning into the road, Trevor navigates passed the wreckt (Idk hiw to spell rekt cause it is a meme) cars, commenting,

"Fuckers crashed and just ran away in a panic, what is this disease doing to people bro?"

Finishing the turn, Trevor puts his foot down on the accelerator, speeding up, shifting to a higher gear when needed. Driving about 10 miles over the limit Trevor nears the warehouse, as he turns down the volume of the radio.

"Now we don't need to worry about some Sues who'll tryna jump us right? With all the shit goin on..."

 

[Lorsh]

"Probably something fucked up," Gage replies dismissively. He seems to be rather focused on the deal at the moment.

You close your garage door and manage to drive past the car wreck without bumping into anything. You're soon well on your way to Jesley Drive. Traffic appears to be a little more erratic than usual. You even see someone run a stop sign, although it may have just been somebody inconsiderate. Through your window, you hear the distant sound of ambulance sirens elsewhere in the city, although with a few weird, delirious-looking people hanging out on lawns or in alleys.

Gage responds to your inquiry about the Sudosu. "Eh, I don't know. Maybe?" He taps his chin as he thinks for a bit. "It'd make sense for them to do something like that; they'd just tell the cops that we got killed by the rioters or something. What should we do to make sure they don't try anything stupid?"

 

[bobgod]

"Nothing we can really do I suppose. We gotta make this shipment or they'll come get it from us anyway. I don't think they wanna hurt us, cause then they'll piss of Richard, and I've heard Richards boss is not the dude to fuck around with. News travels and these sort of things are delicate."

Trevor says, driving a little more defensively, especially considering traffic is spastic.

"My parents want me to go back to the country, I think it's a decent idea, get away from all this madness in the city, thing is car parts are a dime a dozen out there, or something like that I don't know.."

Trevor says, not really good with metaphors.

 

[Lorsh]

"I guess," Gage shrugs in response to your thoughts on the Sudosu. "Still, let's be on our guard and shit, y'know?"

He looks out the window, tapping his fingers against his knee. "Country might be a good idea, but I'm gonna stay. Not just gonna leave my house, y'know? Fuckers would break into it and shit."

You have now arrived at Jesley Drive, at the old derelict warehouse that Gage had spoken of. Slightly hidden by dumpsters, you can see three Oriens men leaning against the wall of the building, with their car parked in one of the nearby spaces. "That should be them," Gage says. "Play 'er cool."

 

[bobgod]

Trevor drives forward, parking a space away from the Oriens vehicle. Rolling down the window Trevor calls out,

"This disease shit has got everything messed up, but we have your shipment, no problems here friends."

Motioning over to Gage, Trevor then remains silent, allowing him to get out, and do the business part of thing.

 

[Lorsh]

Gage nods to the three men, before stepping out of the passenger's side and retrieving the old handbag he had deposited in the drunk earlier. Taking it out, he makes his way over to the three gentlemen and has a conversation with them for a few minutes. Doesn't appear to be going too bad.

Then, a voice is heard from the other end of the car lot. "Hey! The fuck are you guys doing over there?"

Gage and the three Sudosu turn around. You can see that it's a man in a grayish white uniform, with a bloodstripe on his pants. A security guard for the warehouses.

"Stay where you are, asswipe!" one of the Sudosu yells at him.

 

[bobgod]

Trevors heart skips a beat, when he hears the unknown voice. Waiting for the response of his comoatriots, Trevor shifts the car inti reverse, preparing to drive out.

"Fuck does that guy want?"

 

[Lorsh]

The security guard seems to be on edge, and begins to slowly walk sideways. He ends up partially taking cover behind one of the cars that was left in the parking lot overnight. Now in a slightly safe spot, it can be seen that he is now speaking into his radio.

"That fucking bitch!" one of the Sudosu yells. The angry kid whips out his crappy pistol and starts to unload towards the security guard, who ducks behind the car. The other Sudosu follow suit, drawing their handguns and starting to open fire.

Gage takes a few steps back. He has his pocket pistol drawn now, but he appears unsure of whether or not to get in your car. The deal wasn't even over yet.

 

[bobgod]

Trevor waits a moment, hoping to see if the guard is down, however he ducks down slightly in his car, hoping to take cover from returning gunfire.

"Shit! Make sure he's fucking dead!"

Blinking a few times, Trevor notices his heart pounding rather quickly, his mind blurred from what just unfolded.

I wonder if these Sues got the anger disease....?

 

[Lorsh]

The Sudosu continue to shoot at the car that the security guard is hiding behind, and Gage joins in as well. The sound of breaking windows is heard as the bullets slam into the vehicle. The guard is seen leaning out and returning fire, but he just gets shot in head and ends up slumping over. Gage and the Sudosu gang members walk slightly forward and shoot him around a dozen more times, just because.

"Shit, what the fuck do we do now?" one of the thugs asks.

"Just take the shit," Gage tells him frantically.

The Sudosu and your friend switch handbags. Gage now jumps into the passenger's seat.

 

[bobgod]

"Shit... why the fuck did we just kill that dude again? Tell me if you see more!"

Trevor says, as he quickly pulls out, leaving the parking lot and the dead officer, deciding his shit isn't worth being shot by the cops.

Quickly speeding down the road, Trevor drove well over the speed limit until they were a couple miles from the scene, where he'd promptly drive back to his place.

"Fuck bro, I need a gun, did we at least get the money and shit?"

 

[Lorsh]

You speed off from the scene of the murder, leaving the Sudosu behind. They probably scrammed shortly afterwards as well.

"We got the money," Gage tells you. "It's alright, my man. Just fuckin' drive. Drive!" he says as he keeps his gun drawn, looking over his shoulder and out the back window as the warehouse and Jesley Drive fall farther and farther behind.

No cops show up by the time you make it back to your place. However, you saw a few car wrecks and more weird people on the way back.

"The fuck's goin' on, oh jeeze... did I kill that guy?" Gage asks, still panting a bit. He puts his gun back into his coat.

 

[bobgod]

"It was more like a firing squad type thing bro... your bullets may have hit him... probably not. Those Sues shot a lot more than you did."

Trevor reasons with his friend, panting as well, glad to be back in the garage.

"Lets just chill a sec, sort out the money, then chill. Know where I can buy a gun? With all this bullshit I feel like I need one."

 

[Lorsh]

You comfort your friend a bit about the recent shooting, and he seems to appreciate it. "Yeah, man. I mean... yeah," he says, sighing as he gets out of the car and shuts the door.

"I have another gun at my house, but it's a twenty-two," Gage tells you. "Not sure if the gun stores are even open yet," he says. "It's like... five in the morning. Maybe they won't even open later today, y'know? Looks a little bad out there," he shivers.

Gage shrugs."Let's just see what we got." He empties out the old handbag, which has a bunch of miscellaneous bank notes. One dollar bills, five dollar bills, twenties, fifties. Altogether, it adds up to a thousand CR dollars. "I know I get two hundred," Gage says, as he sorta works for Richard. "Uh... how much do you want?"

 

[bobgod]

"All of it."

Trevor replies, a stern face, until a smile breaks across his mouth.

"Nah, give me like 200 or whatever, or that .22 and we can call it even, with all the shit going on. I think I'm gonnah ditch town, parents are all worried, country seems safer, you know?"

 

[Lorsh]

You share a laugh with Gage, and he smiles as he thinks your offer over. "I can get rid of a gun, it was a special offer I got, heh. But yeah man, you should be packing some heat if shit's getting all weird. My girlfriend got fuckin' harassed yesterday by these drunk, punk, fuckin' assholes," he says. "I got my own gun, though, so I should be good. I'll only give you one clip for it though," he says. "Do you wanna head over to my house and get it? Sun's slowly startin' to come up, at least. Kinda spooky out there in the dark and all."

 

[bobgod]

"Yeah sure, you lead in your Motorotive and I'll follow. Wanna hit up a gas station too? There is one down the street on the way, I could do with a top off and some food."

Trevor replies, as he speaks to Gage, both of them still in his car.

"This infection shit, what is it really? I have no clue really... I have this mask, guess I'll wear it for the time being, don't wanna get sick.

 

[Lorsh]

"Don't know what it is. Heard all the cities along Dignitary River are getting completely fucked over by it. Maybe it was the water," Gage says, picking at one of his fingernails. "Would the mask even work? They gave me one the other day, but I didn't bring it. Eh, I'll put it on when I get home."

Gasner isn't located near Dignitary River, but it seems to be affected nonetheless.

Gage nods to your suggestion of stopping at a gas station, and walks over to his ride. He gets in and turns on the ignition. "We ready to go?"

 

[bobgod]

Looking over to Gage through his passenger window Trevor revs his Atkins Sprinter, "Well of course, lead the way." Trevor replies to his friend, as he pulls out behind him.

 

[Lorsh]

Gage pulls out of your garage and onto the street. He must be driving carefully, because he's actually adhering to the speed limit tonight. An ambulance roars by, sirens screaming. It's heading in the direction of the old warehouses. One could guess it was specifically responding to the scene on Jesley Drive, although there appear to be many more chaotic incidents occurring in the city as well.

On the way over to his house, a speeding truck that attempted to ignore a stop sign smashes into Gage's car at a suburban intersection. Gage's Motorotive is T-boned very hard, as the truck only had a second to break.

A pedestrian, some guy holding a baseball bat for no reason, walks over to look at the wreck.

 

[bobgod]

Swerving into the second right lane, and breaking Trevor pulls off to the side, getting out of his vehicle to check on his friend, locking the door with his little button thing. Walking over, Trevor looks to the left for oncoming traffic, jogging over to the crash. "What the fuck was that?!"

 

[Lorsh]

Gage doesn't appear to be very okay. The air bag has been deployed, but you see shards embedded in the side of his head and face. Blood is drizzling down and dripping off his chin, and he doesn't look like he's moving much. He's either dead or unconscious.

The door of the truck opens up, and a woman staggers out the passenger's side door.

The baseball bat guy hollers over to you. "Hey! There's crazies around, so get him outta there," he says, although he doesn't stop to actually help. He just walks down the sidewalk with his bat in the opposite direction.

 

[bobgod]

Pulling out Gage with a less than graceful tug, Trevor lays his friend on the pavement, feeling his pulse. Looking around, Trevor eyes for these crazies, concerned about whatever they are.

 

[Lorsh]

You can feel a bit of a pulse, but not much. The prospects do not look very good for your friend. The woman in the truck has collapsed on the sidewalk on the other side of the street. Someone walks over and just kneels down next to her.

You hear a low, gurgling groan nearby. When you turn your head, you see that a man in slightly torn, red-spattered clothes is stumbling in your direction. He's around thirty feet away, and looks very odd. You get a very uneasy feeling just looking at the way he behaves...

 

[bobgod]

Trevor digs around Gage's pocket, grabbing his gun, feeling uneasy about guys with bats on the road, and weird individuals gurgling like they just starred in a pre-interweb porno. After looking up to the woman in the truck, and then grabbing Gage by the collar of his shirt, Trevor pulled his friend a couple of feet, to the side of the road, then slapping his face a few times, lightly, to wake him up.

"Bro! Wake the fuck up dog! What the fuck?" Trevor panicked, looking around, to his sides and over his shoulder, paying special attention to the porn star.

Pulling out his phone, with a pistol in his right hand, and his device in the other Trevor quickly dialed emergency services, waiting for them to answer.