!!bbGklDAv83w 10/24/11(Mon)10:54 No.16724434|
Well, that's pretty odd, to say the least. You get off the couch, leaving it to be whatever it is, and get ready for the day. You can feel the tensions of yesterday melting away under the streams of hot water, and it feels quite nice. Once you're dry, you dress quickly, feeling a lump in your pocket and finding the folding knife you took off of the mugger. Forgot it was there. Could be useful.
You stuff yourself with your cheap (a necessity when you're this poor) breakfast, and head out. It's not even 11 yet. You should be able to get to work a bit early, hopefully.
Once you step out onto the street, you realize the seriousness of the situation. You could hear a few sirens as you were getting ready, but out here it's entirely different. Two cop cars breeze down the street in front of you, turning around a corner a few hundred feet ahead. You can hear the sound of others in the distance, deeper into the city. Other cars too, seem to be going a bit faster than normal, where the road isn't gridlocked that is.
You shake your head at it all, and hurry down towards the subway. The nearest station is a few blocks away, and you get there quickly, but when you do, you see a mass of people outside the stairs, looking down, talking to each other excitedly, their voices chattering. They all say variations of the same thing, "Oh my god," or "Can you believe it," "What the fuck is it?" "Holy shit!" or "Someone call the fucking cops!" You ask someone what's going on, and they look at you with a puzzled face. "I have no fucking clue, man." From down the stairs, you hear a loud scream, followed by a small rumbling noise and a loud, anguished moan.