>>4070441
>ask for change

>>4070441
>>ask for change
This... has potential.

I don't know how long should I wait for votes, I'll wait for a bit not too much though

>>4070451
10-30 minutes will usually suffice.

You check your right and left pocket looking for coins and leftover change but you find none. Money is a good thing to have and by the looks of it you don't have any more.
You pick up a recyclable cup and leave it right in front of you.

Suddenly you start thinking on adopting a new persona, should you try yelling for the apocalypse? Perhaps just regular homeless man asking for money?

Anyhow you don't have all day. You stand up from your spot and begin your act...

>How do you ask for money?

>crazy man
>drunk asking for money
>regular homeless man
>end is near hobo
>write in

>>4070461
>Veteran down on his luck

>>4070469
+1, If it works it works.

First you remove your jacket and gloves, the jacket you tie it on your waist, leaving the gloves next to your bunch of stuff.

''I am just a poor soldier tryn' to git by!'' you yell standing in your usual spot ''Can't you just spare some change for an veteran!''

You exchange looks with bystanders, most of the immediately advert your gaze, you need to try harder.

''I got injured and I can't git a job! I need me to get a surgery!'' You try your best to put some sort of accent, you don't know if it works or not.

You wave your arms around ''The goverment left us veterans alone'' you lift your shirt very quickly ''My injuries never got fixed and no one wants to give me a job''

There's a few that pass by and get near you leaving few coins.

''God bless yah'' ''Bless yer heart'' ''Oh thank, you'' you smile weakly as if you were injured

As your act progresses more stop by, you try not to spy on the cup but rather focus on the person ''thanking'' them for helping a poor veteran down on his luck

roll 1d100 to see how it goes

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>4070489
Oh fug

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>4070489

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4070489

>>4070547
Saved

>>4070547
but.. I already wrote the update.. damn.. alright let me do a quick fix

You stop your act to inspect the cup.

A couple of quarters and a small bill.

>26$

Happy with your earnings you decide to take a stroll around the city, maybe watch some free tv by joe's spawn shop.

You pick up the cotton sheet and the small backpack, you put the gloves in your pockets, you leave behind all the cardboard and cups aswell as the empty glass bottle.
The walking makes your stomach upset, the combination between the gastric acid and the booze gives you small burps, you feel dizzy.
There is an aura of smell around you, most of the civilians avoid you like a plague, atleast they don't get in your way you think to yourself, you scratch your beard. Maybe you should clean it one of these days.

Joe's Spawn Shop is almost near your usual begging spot, which is almost at the outskirts of the city just entering the industrial district. One of the poorest area of the city shared by workers, junkies and alcoholic.
Gangs usually make a fortune out of the drug addicts, feeding them with cheap and dangerous unknown pills, you've never gotten closer to those areas. There's a few buildings with multiple rooms, that's where drug dealers like to set up.

The neon signal stops you on your track, your eyes are still sore so you have to advert your gaze.

Through the glass windows, you spot several televisions from different sizes and all sort of channels.

There's entertainment, cartoons and the news.... Suddenly you notice something on the news channel, a big fire over one of the main factories near the docks. The main reporter appears to be talking while pointing the site, you see big fumes spilling from the warehouses, you get closer to hear the story.

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''As you can see John, the firemen depart is already has been dispatched and they are working on it. Currently we are on a big distance but the situation is quite tense, I feel the temperature from here!'' the black man proclaims as he points to the bigger building.

The cameras zooms into the fire officers pulling hoes and moving all sort of equipment from their trucks, one them is shooting water at high preassure

''From what we understand it is unknown what caused the fire, one of the shi-'' suddenly his voice is interrupted by the noise of an helicopter arriving, the camera zooms in on it, it's red with the fire department logo ''As you can see the fire department as decided to deploy an helicopter to control the fire, you can see several police officer pushing bystanders away from harm''

You've remember that place, one of the warehouses near the docks, it's on the industrial district. You remember it because you often ''borrow'' materials and sell them to construction workers.
They often leave them open sometimes you have break them open, regardless your main interest are copper tubing, one of your friends mentioned about their value and asked if you could join him. Drugs did a number on his body, his muscle mass is low.
The money was good and you didn't do it often, the only reason you disliked doing it was that you had share with junkies that tagged along the job, most of them so desperate with a fix, willing to do anything to get some money... At least they helped with carrying

*bluuurgh*

''Back to you Cate, the chief officer will be joining us in an interview as soon as he is free'' the camera switches scene to a blue room with a desk, two people appear to be concern, you quickly turn your attention to your stomach.

You are hungry.

>look for garbage cans
>Find food truck/cart
>roll 1d100 for random
>write in

This might be the last update till tomorrow, I didn't checked the time, it's quite late for me.
go wild on the write in

>>4070592
>76$ not 26$

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>4070599
Damn that's a huge haul

>>4070596
>go searching the dumpsters for an object we could use as an improvised weapon, just in case

>>4070596
>>Find food truck/cart

ready to write again, one more vote please

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 look for dumpster for weapon
2 food truck/cart

>>4071738
Absolutely based

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You take a look at your wallet, it's been ages since you had these amount of money.. in the end the veteran act worked out perfectly. You are still hungry but maybe you should save this for emergencies, you know a few spots where people dump good stuff.
There's a garbage spot on the back of a fast food joint.. another near one of the warehouses.. and you've seen one of them at the towers, the housing building populated by junkies and people with barely enough to pay.

You continue to stroll around the city, leaving the commercial district for your home... Suddenly you remember another spot that might have something useful, perhaps not really fresh food but you never known. You've found cans and all sort of edible food.

The junkyard is usually closed off for people like you, but you managed to break a spot of the fences and hide it behind some car seats. The owners of the junkyard are barely around, sometimes you've seen people working on the junk compressor.

You've used it for sleeping sometimes, there's plenty of wrecked cars clean enough for you to lay your back on the seats.

The journey to there doesn't take you much, the lack of people dawns on you, it's a known fact that the more you get near to the plants and warehouses... civilians are replaces by hoodies, drunk people, gang bangers... that's the main reason why you get just close enough to the commercial area, healthy people and their money.

...

The main gates of the yard seem to be open, you wander around for a few minutes trying to spot workers or people around, after ten minutes or so, you rush inside.

A paradise of metal monstrosities and plastic garbage awaits you inside. You ignore the bigger wrecked cars and proceed to dig on the nicer spots.

roll 1d100 to see what weapon you find

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>4071751

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>>4071758
>MFW

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>>4071758
AN ACTUAL GUN

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>>4071751
You dig and dig through the garbage.

Broken toys, empty boxes, broken tires, tools too bent to be of any use... After an hour or so, you find yourself exhausted from all the work unable to find anything good you decide to go relive yourself on a corner.

You go to the fence and you unzip your pants, a yellow stream comes out of you, the smell is quite strong.

*bluurgh*

As you finish, your stomach once again reminds you about your task, but you feel less bloated now that the booze is our of your system, sadly the hangover does not leave your body.

You look for something to clean yourself up, looking at the cars for something to tear, you notice a cardboard box between two burned cars, It's small and there's some weight as you grab it.

It's closed so you tear one of the flaps, you make use of it to clean both your hands and your privates leaving the box on top of a broken washing machine. There's a gun inside.

....

You inspect the box once again unable to believe what's inside of it.

A gun!

Bullets and an empty magazine!

Plastic bags with something white inside!

You quickly move the box to somewhere less open, you take of the the bigger cars you hide yourself as you inspect your findings. The gun appears to be old, but it feels comfortable in your hand, it's disabled but it doesn't take you long to rearm it back.

The bullets are outside of the magazine, you inspect each of them comparing them to the size of your hand, they are not big almost round at the end of it, not pointy like rifle bullets.
You count nine bullets after that you turn your attention to the small bags, they feel light and the plastic is wrapped around tight in the white-ish powder. Perhaps you could find someone to sell this? Or maybe you should leave it all to where you've found it, this obviously doesn't belong to the normal civilian neither to the regular homeless person.

Your mind floods about the posibilities as you grab the gun, it's not heavy and the grip feels comfortable enough, you find yourself pointing the gun at the broken cars and to the sides. Maybe you should take it upon your hands and.. You quickly stop that thinking as you lift the gun closer.

The sky is starting to turn gray to the south and there's a big dark cloud approaching from the east, the docks.

What should you do now?

>write in
>go buy food
>find garbage spot for food

>>4071785
>go buy food
The urge to rebel against society is STRONG

I'll wait a little bit more

>>4071785
>go buy food

>>4071785
>>go buy food
Get to a fast food joint

writing

I forgot to ask what did you wanted to do with the gun and the bags (leave it or take it) so I'll assume you took it

>>4071833
Take and hide it

>>4071833
Take it and hide it on our person

>Ask for change

You decide that is best to keep this with you, someday it might come useful, you never know.

The box fits perfectly inside your backpack, you use one of the small pockets to hide the small plastic white balls. You decide that it's best to have the gun near you, so you leave the magazine in one of your pockets and the gun goes behind your back tied together with your belt.
Since you don't know how to use one, you think that it's best to leave the gun unloaded, you don't want the gun to shoot and hurt yourself.

You make your way to the entrance of the junkyard with ease, it's still appears to be no one near by. Just an old truck waiting to drop something off, but you don't see the driver anywhere.

Happy with your findings, it's time to find something good to eat.

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But what?

Leaving behind the yard you start to get back to the commercial area, you start to think on good places where you often eat, there's a lady that often servers food back at the tower building, too bad the junkies don't know how to behave.

You remember about one of the main streets, there's an old man that sells sausages for a couple of change, even fries.

Fries.... Meat...

You begin to drool at the though of it, how long as it been since you've raided that fast food joint? That last time you got a pretty good haul, half eaten burgers and all the fries you could think off. It's crazy the amount of food people just leave behind.

A waste of food you think to yourself but then again, it's fast food, not real food.

You start to walk towards Hurgie's, not a lot of people coming in and out, you've try to peek through the window to check if there's a line for the food.
It's still early, lunch hour is already over, so there's no hurry.

You walk past the glass window and to the main doors, you can already smell the burgers.. the fries.. you are so hungry that you feel the taste of the soft drinks coming out of the self serving machines.

Both doors automatically open, caught by surprise you enter the building quickly.

You swear that it looks smaller on the outside as you inspect the several tables, there's even a small hallway leading to a bathroom area.

They seem to have a mascot of a little burger with eyes, which you find rather pathetic, the combination of colors of the place is bright red with a mustard yellow for the seats and tables as well as the food posters.

There's a one to three couples eating... you see a small family as well.. there's a couple of loners eating their meals while also talking on their phones, and of course an old lady struggling to bite through a hamburger.
You present yourself to the cash register line, there's a girl with a smug smile chatting with people on the back through a window that leads to a kitchen. her smile quickly disappears as she sees you approach. There is a hint of annoyance on her face as if this is not the first time one of your kind comes through here.

The menu is not too complex and you remember that you have around $76. You remember an ancient knowledge from older bums, the water is free on these type of places.

>$10 - simple menu (cheese burger, small fries)
>$24 - medium (medium drink, big burgie and medium fries)
>$35 - Hurgie's choice (Big Drink, Double Burgie, Big fries and small burgie dessert/treat)
>free - pull out gun and load it
>write in

>>4071869
>$35 - Hurgie's choice (Big Drink, Double Burgie, Big fries and small burgie dessert/treat)
Yep, it's burger time.

I'll go get some lunch, I'll leave the vote open

>>4071869
>”Sheila I’d like some breakfast.”

Inflation really hit this setting hard

Alright not a lot of people around so I'll leave the vote open longer, I'll be back later

>>4071869
>free - pull out gun and load it
Top fucking kek

>>4071875
+1

>>4071869
>>$24 - medium (medium drink, big burgie and medium fries)

>>4071869
>>$35 - Hurgie's choice (Big Drink, Double Burgie, Big fries and small burgie dessert/treat)

>>4072097
Support.

The exchange is intense.. too much, actually.. you feel the girl nervous as you put your hand inside your pocket... You look at her, you lick your lips as the sight of the burgers behind the table.

You.. pull out.. the.. you touch the gun.. but then quickly remove the hand.. the girl seems frightened.. but then she percieves what's inside your palm, an old wallet.

You produce a bunch of small bills from it, all adding up to thirty five, enough for a big menu.

The cashier seems surprised for a moment as you leave the money on the desk.

''I'll take the big menu'' you say hoping that your alcoholic breath doesn't kills her

''S-sure, sir..'' she tries to smile ''Pablo! Big burgie!'' she yells through the kitchen window.

''Your order should be ready in a moment, please wait on that line over there'' she points you to her right side, the floor seems to be colored with a few red dots.

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The wait is not long, soon your nostrils are invaded by a smell you've barely remember, the cashier calls so you can recieve your plastic tray.
You grab it with both hands, you say thank you and quickly move to an empty seat.

The burger is inside a cardboard box, you open it and your eyes melt away at the sight of it, three pieces of meat stacked together with lettuce and tomato as well as bacon and some sort of sauce in between.
It also comes with two small packages of hot sauce for your fries, which you can already tell that their a not only cut perfectly but also cooked just enough to melt inside of your mouth. Just right amount of salt.

You've decided to go with a big cola soda and a cup of water, which you immediately pour in your mouth and in one big gulp you drink it all. It's feels amazing, the acidity of your stomach is soon neutralized and finally you stop burping.
The cola fills you with energy, your tired and bloodshot eyes are active once again.

You take a bite out of the burger, the meat and the sauce dance in your tongue, your feet begin to tap the floor at the taste of such delicacy. You begin to wonder what would happen to you if you ate this everyday.

The dessert of the whole meal seems to be of a square apple crumble cake, you take more bites out of the burgers and stuff your mouth with fries, which then you wash down with the drink.

The cake it's soft and sugary, not too sweet just enough so you can enjoy. It makes you happy.

You don't know how long you've been eating the meal.. maybe you ate too quickly or maybe you took your time, you cannot tell anymore.

You stand up to go to the bathroom, you realize that you didn't even washed your hands, so you do. The soap does wonders to your hands filled with grime and dust, you even wash your face a bit.

>You are full, you feel refreshed from the cool water.

As you get out, you look at one of the flat screens attached to the walls, it's getting late and you notice a dark cloud with a flashy lightning, it's going to rain tonight

>What do you do now? you have $41

>continue with begging for money at the street
>visit joe's pawnshop
>go back to home/hideout
>go to the towers
>search garbage cans
>write in

>>4072588
Awaken to the Supernal truth of reality.

I'll keep it open for more time

more updates tomorrow

>visit joe's pawnshop
Hehe sell the gun, get more mulla

>>4072588
>visit joe's pawnshop

>>4072634
>>4072737
>>4073505

2 votes on pawnshop and 1 to awaken to the supernal truth of reality.

Vote is still open, I'll give it 10 minutes

You think on your next move, you decide to kill some time at Joe's pawn shop, maybe see if he has anything nice for sale or maybe just watch the tv.
Joe is an italian old man, mid forties by the looks of it, you are not sure. Always up to schemes, sometimes you sell him valuable junk to him like lost necklaces, rings, earrings and all sort of electronics.
You don't know if he fixes the stuff by himself or if he has someone doing that for him, but there's always cheap smartphones among other devices ready to be sold.

Selling the gun to him might be a bit of a shock to him or not, you cannot tell sometimes, the man is always up to something. You consider it as you dump the trash of your tray in the garbage box.

You put the empty tray on top and the proceed to leave, you swear that you hear one of the couples say something about you, but you decide to ignore it. There's not a lot of things that you are proud of but at least you think you are immune to hurtful comments.

By the time you get to Joe's you watch as the sky begins to darken, the combination of the fumes and the heavy clouds dye the whole picture black.

You watch through the glass window, some of the tv's are off only the bigger ones are on, this time there is an another news channel, they are interviewing a man about a ''Celestial Event'' there's going to be a meteor shower in a couple of hours. He invites everyone to a main event at the museum, everyone is gathering to watch the meteorites from a high point.

You pay no attention to it, you walk up to the door but find a red sign hanged on the other side.

CLOSED

Looks like Joe is closing early, you check the time on the news channel, it's 7pm.

Suddenly something falls on top of your head, you touch your hair and the bandana, your hand is wet. More drops start to fall, it's slowly beginning to rain.

You start running to your hideout, you've seen many people die from getting wet, then they get cold and then the flu kills them. Sometimes us negligence but most of the times is the lack of medicine and proper rest with a source of heat.

Your ''home'' is far from here, it's deep within the industrial district.
That old vacant house near the Towers as served you well, one of the many failed project to turn the area into a neighborhood, you took care of that place it's dry and well hidden behind a plank wood covering the entrance. The local government shut down that whole block after a series of bad investments, murders, drug dealing, rape among others. Property lost value quickly and now rows and rows of houses are vacant collecting dust.

You had luck and manged to break inside one of them, a small one hidden between to buildings, big enough for you once get inside, sadly it's too far by the time you get there you are going to be beyond drenched.

Near Joe's there is this small tent beneath a highway, it's dark and quiet, you would think that the cars at high speed make noise but the distance between the floor and the bridge is a lot. Not many of people go there, few teenagers looking to tag walls and a couple of other bums... except you know who, it's unusual to see him there. And he is only there looking just for you when he wants to ''relax''.

You can also try to find a decent alley to rest for the night but you are going to get wet trying to find some cover.

>find a hideout to spend the night

>look for an alley
>down the highway
>find other homeless

>write in

>>4073963
>>look for an alley

>>4073963
>look for an alley

>>4073963
>look for an alley

I am not sure if I am going to be able to post an update today, I'll need 1d100 for looking

Rolled 80 (1d100)

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>4076046

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>4076046
As long as you keep posting, it's cool Oboh. I can't believe it took me 62 posts to realize that Oboh is just Hobo spelled backwards.

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>4076046

>>4076109
>>4076150
>>4076168
to be fair I don't think anyone noticed either, I wanted to put a name and I like putting names backwards
>>4076568

Alright writing, I prefer to run when I have plenty of free time but I don't wanna leave anyone without an update

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You stop running and begin looking for an alley, if you are lucky you might even get a good spot to spend the night.

The rain is light and slow, at times it stops raining but continues later.
You take off the jacket attached to your waist and use it as a umbrella while looking for places where to protect yourself from the water.

......

It takes a bit of walking through tight alleys and dodging the rain, you find a spot in a few blocks from Joe's, if you continue moving on the same direction you can get to the fast food shack that you went for lunch.

The alley it's dark, filled garbage bins, there is a hollow space between the brick wall, enough space to build a roof above. You look around and notice that there are several materials to use, apart from the garbage boxes.

Immediately, you start collecting the cardboard, being careful not to get them wet with the rain, you pick empty boxes and disassembled ones
There are several pieces of wood of different sizes, you grab them and discover an old plastic cover folded several times.

In between the garbage boxes there is an old and crushed mattress, there is a large coffee stain in the middle, you hope that it's coffee. Apart from that it seems to be in good condition.
You have a few ideas on how to assemble a plastic roof, with all the materials available, you use pieces of wood as a support.

You start to prepare a roof, first you put a couple of boards on the floor and the mattress on top. Then you use boards of boards against the corners of the wall and you tie them against the pipes, you unfold the plastic curtain, it takes you more than one attempt but you manage to hook them with the woods.
The mattress is comfortable once you fall into it, the rain has stopped but you have no doubt that it's going to start to pour heavily in a couple of hours, you start looking through your bag to make sure everything is there when you hear something coming from one of the exits of the alley.

It's talking, you can't understand it but it's near and it's getting close.

You stand up from the mattress and walk towards the noise, there are a few electric lights illuminating the several alleys, slowly you peek around the corner, you see the street again. There is a girl walking with two men closely following behind her.

''Yo, just lemme take you to your car, it's all good'' the closer to her says, he is black wearing a grey hoodie ''too late to be walkin' all alone''

The two men seem to be around dragging their pants, almost touching the ground, with very thick boots.

''No, I don't need help thank you'' she says with a hint of annoyance, you can't see well from where you are standing, she seems to be shorter than those men.
She is carrying a closed umbrella and wearing some sort of uniform, shirt with straight pants.

''I'm serious just lemme help, it's getting dark'' he insist again, his light skin companion taps his chest and steps up in front of the two.

''Yeah, what's the deal'' the other guy answers ''let a nigga help'' he smiles to his friend. He is wearing a shirt with basketball tank top on top, his jeans are extremely baggy.

She tries to walk past him while saying ''Guys, I appreciate it but I am goo-''

''Cmon bitch, just give me the fucking keys'' he snaps backs, now looking at her with anger.

You are on the other side of the street, what do you do?
>go back to hideout
>intervene
>scavenge to improve hideout
>write in

>>4077594
>scavenge to improve hideout

>>4077594
>scavenge to improve hideout

>>4077594
incase you guys intervene, I'll make another vote if you want to use the gun

I know you are a roach alien in disguise! you can't fool me!

>>4077594
>scavenge to improve hideout
Because FUCK being a white knight.

>>4077594
>>scavenge to improve hideout

>>4077594
>scavenge to improve hideout
I don't want to take a 1/4 gamble of getting stabbed for a woman that wouldn't so much as glare at us on the street.

>>4077704
>>4077746
>>4077773

Triple Triple Sevens.

>>4077805
Brainlet

>>4077594
>intervene

alright, we are improving the hideout. This can be a temporary place or a permanent, your call.

roll 1d100 to see if we find anything cool

>>4077594
>intervene
C'mon guys, they migh kill her

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>4077898
Oh shit here we go

I prefer that old hideout place mentioned previously, seems like a decent area to live in. This current one can be a backup.

Rolled 44 (1d100)

>>4077898
We’re going to be on Cribz!
>>4077907
Who gives a fuck, don’t be such a simp.

alright update very very soon, sorry if I take too long. It's sunday, the day of the lord

>>4078200
It’s fine, the quest isn’t your life after all.

It's a very tense moment, you can hear the yelling as if it were right next to you. You check the gun attached to your belt, it's still there unloaded... but you don't take it out, you release the grip. You have bigger problems.
This is not the first time you've ignored thugs pushing their weight around, there's always going to be people like this in the world, why would you put yourself in danger of someone that wouldn't even give you the time? You tell yourself that you are not doing anything out of fear but self-preservation... maybe you do feel, you are confused but it doesn't matter because you have it rough, more than her and than anyone else.

What's a car compared to your struggles? Saving her is going to do nothing, so what's the point?

You are not a hero, you never been one... and you are not going to start now.

Who cares about the others? You are the one that needs help.

From the back of your mind a thought appears, the rain, you turn your back and return to the central alley. Taking a look at your hideout you realize that it's not enough to make it through the rain. You notice several weak points in the structure and you don't even have a way to start a fire, you start thinking of ideas trying to ignore the yelling coming from the street.

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You spend your time creating better support for the roof, the plastic curtain wasn't covering one of the corners to you manage to cut a small hole, put a plastic wrap and then tie it to one of the pipes against the wall.
To make a fire you cut several boxes and arrange them in a way that they burn together nicely, you add some paper from the garbage bins and then use one of the old metal covers from the electric panels on top of it putting sticks to the edges to act as a support. It's going to be at a safe distance so it doesn't burn yourself or fill your lungs with smoke.
It's tricky to set it up but now it should be stable enough and the rain won't kill the fire once it starts, you search your bag and grab a lighter to start the fire. The flames are big enough to last a couple of minutes, but with all the cold and the water, you realize that you are going to need to add more.

You empty one of the trash bags inside a bin and leave the alley to collect fuel to last the night from newspaper to posters and small ads, you are also getting thirsty so you steal a bunch of bottles from the recycling bins. All of sudden the rain begins.

The water falls faster and each drop is heavier than the last, You start running to your hideout, you find yourself more than wet once you get there, you put the paper on the fire and leave the bottles in the open, hopefully, those are going to be full by the morning.

But still, you open your mouth and look to the sky, the water is almost... sweet... it's a strange flavor that runs across your tongue, you notice the sinister sky. Completely black for the exception of distant the lightning briefly illuminating the whole picture, you wonder if the meteorite rain has already passed or if the clouds are blocking it.

You sit on the mattress happy with your efforts from making the tent, you remove your backpack and take several sheets and rags then you take off your shoes.
As you wrap yourself with the sheets you start to think on the progress that you made today, you smile to yourself as you notice that there is no sign of hunger like yesterday and the day before and the day before... your hangover is gone, leaving you a clear and tired mind. You are going to have to find more alcohol soon, withdrawal always makes you vomit.

The rain hitting the ground relaxes you, the light breeze makes your cheeks colder.. you close your eyes.. you notice the smell of the water, it's a nice smell.

You fall asleep.

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You feel groggy.. your mouth is dry...

Your body is warm.. too warm.. you burning and covered in sweat... it's not water, the smell is strong.

Water...you need to find some water.

A massive headache runs through your head like a lightning, you got into a fight in your dream and you lost, the pain is too much.

You sit on the mattress grabbing your head tight, you stretch your hand out of the tent and grab one of the glass bottles. It's full, you take a swing and another, it's fresh and it calms you down.

You put your shoes, you tie the laces and then wear the jean jacket.

You pour the water in your hand and you plash it, it's very cool, it certainly wakes you up

You take a few steps stretching as fast as you can, time to the getting breakfast you think to yourself. You take a few steps but you stumble unto a wall, you feel.. feeble.. your stomach is grumbling too much. Another drink from the bottle brings color into your skin and you are as good as new, enough to proceed to exit the alley through the nearest path.
The sun is up and shining, the sky is still gray, with each step you take, you feel stronger and energetic, happy you would say. It's been a long time since you felt this good, probably because of a filled stomach you theorize.

Immediately you don't recognize the usual soundtrack of the streets...the car horns, the birds, people yelling some insulting, others running to around trying to get late to their appointments. Nothing.

From the alley's entrance you gaze the streets.... something is wrong... flooded with cars like usual... but there are too many of them, is early in the morning and not a single one is beeping with the horns.
A person stumbles against you, he puts all his weight on to you, almost as he fell... you push him back with ease.

It's a businessman, he tries to apologize lifting one hand and continuing to walk but he is coughing a lot.. his hand covers his mouth... there's blood spilling in between his fingers, as he leaves stumbling with his walk, you see him drop against the from of a car.

Now you realize what's truly wrong here, everyone is coughing, some trying to walk crouching and finding support against the walls and even the cars. it's a deep and rash cough as if their throats were crushed. They are weak, their skin is pale and the pavement is covered with drops of blood.
You even see people passed out in the ground, trying to stand up again.

*whop whop whop*

A loud noise passes on top of you, a helicopter, but not from the new's channel, a bigger one. Its blades are almost invisible from how fast they are going, their direction is unknown but you can see that they are going fast.

*whup-whup-whup*

Another flies past you, quickly following behind the first one...

''Remain inside your homes! This is the CDC! A team will be dispatched to your area!'' they are broadcasting as they fly around the blocks ''This is the CDC! Remain inside your homes!''

To be continued

That's it for tonight, I'll run tomorrow if I can, if not I'll let you know, thanks for the votes and the dice rolling

>>4078432
Good Night OP

>>4078379
Oh shit genre-switch

>>4078432
Good night

Either zombies or hobo is special snowflake immune

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''As you can see John, the CDC has acted quickly, most of the hospitals were overwhelmed at first by the amount of people but now they affirm that the situation is in control...''


''The medical supplies has been provided by the medical emergency bank, multiple teams have been dispatched to...''


''We cannot tell or confirm that the accident at the plant has been a cause of the contamination, I can assure you that there's going to be a internal investigation and we will get to the bottom of this, thank you for understanding, now for the next question...''


''Coming up next we have Doctor Patrick from the CDC with us this morning, he is here to tell us more about this sickness, how to avoid it and what is it''


''In other news, the government as yet to make an statement about the current situation, the officials have acted quickly and multiple ambulances have been dispatched through the city. From what we can understand is that there's has been multiple cases of contamination and afflicted outside of city, we don't have the information about how far as it expanded but the..''


''There is something definitely wrong with the water! A chemical plant blows up in the air and no one worries about the rain!? Charlie, this is what pisses me off, why do they keep avoiding questions? Who was the responsible?''


''As far as we know it is not a disease, we have several teams of professionals ready to help, there's nothing to worry about. Most of the severe cases that we know of have already been taken care off and are ready to fully recuperate. Remain calm, and avoid going outside''

You stare at the screens in disbelief.

All of the screens are showing multiple channels of news and interviews.

Yesterday it was a normal day and now half of the city is in panic, you don't even know what's going on anymore.

After watching the scene with helicopters, you decided to run back to the alley and pick your belongings, you don't want to stick around this place anymore, you started walking thinking on what to do now. With all the panic going on people look at you as if you were a sewer rat or a cockroach, begging for money is going to be more than hard today.
You walked around the city, a noise draws your attention and you realized that you ended up in a familiar place, the front of Joe's shop watching the screens. It's closed.
There's obviously something wrong here and you need to prepare, that's one of the few advice that you got when you lost everything.. to prepare for the worst...
You are definitely going to need is food for today, your stomach has been grumbling nonstop or you could head out and scout the city, plenty of opportunities could be waiting for you? Or maybe it's a bad idea.
There's also worth checking out your hideouts, the one below the bridge and your room near the towers, it's been a while since you've been to any of those places, you don't remember what type of belongings you had in either place

>You have $41, a gun and a magazine, 3 plastic bags with white stuff inside.
>Check your hideouts (we will vote for which)
>Check to see if there's any food truck or cart on the street
>Go to fast food joint
>Find a store
>Look through the garbage bins
>write in

>>4080196
>Look through the garbage bins
Look for anything of use. time for prepping

>>4080196
vote is still open

>>4080196
>Check your hideouts (we will vote for which)

I'll leave it open longer, I gotta do some stuff, I'll be back later

We might be infected because of drinking the water. That sweetness concerns me. The girl probably worked for the CDC and was our path to safety, screw her anyway. My gut is telling me to not eat anything, that might help us stave off the virus, even though it does sound contrarian. Let's check our hideout in the housing.

Alright checking the hideouts wins

which one?

>the one under the bridge
>the one near the towers
>random one, we roll for it

I'll leave the vote open, I think I am going to start rolling them

>>4081310
>>the one under the bridge

>>4081310
>random one, we roll for it

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 bridge
2 random

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The highway going to the inner city, it's near Joe's.

You remember leaving a small tent beneath a highway, dark and quiet. Beyond that, not many of people go there, few teenagers looking to tag walls and a couple of other bums...
Except you know who, you don't know a lot about him, he is not a bum that's for sure. His sole reason for even going to a place like that is to cut some steam off.

You are not proud of what he does, but the money is good.

....

The walk to the tent is peculiar, the streets are quiet, you see windows closed and people walking around with masks and gloves. There's a certain fear and you can feel it, but seeing the helicopters and the ambulances giving away supplies and disinfectant puts everyone at ease.

But you still can't forget that shock at seeing people coughing blood and passing out in middle of the day.

Your mouth feels funny, a little thirsty to be honest, you could use a drink of that sweet water. Now that you think about it, water has no flavor but you are definitely sure that it tasted almost sugary, perhaps its because you've been drinking yourself for some time and that numbed your tasting sense.
Probably just the thirst, you remember leaving a couple of bottles at the alley and who knows or maybe that rain collector that you made back at the bridge is still intact.

You pass through a series of tight corridors and parking lots and finally reach the hideout.

It looks just as you remember, an abandoned camp cleared by the police, something about the murder.. or drug trafficking, you were there to pick up the pieces though. An entire camp full of findings and curiosities.

In the end you made up a huge plastic shack out the whole thing, a couple of spare bagged tents, the thing even had bed inside , grill outside to keep you warm and cook.
As it right now, you see a couple of armed tents, left over junk and garbage, by the looks of it, still standing. Perhaps more rough than often probably because of the rain and maybe a junkie tried to scavenge for a hit or two, you are going to have to do run an inventory.

roll1d100 to see if there's anything interesting

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>4084573

You unzip the big tent.

Everything seems to be intact, bunch old clothes and few sheets. Either you sold some stuff or it's missing, you could swear that there was something important that you left behind.

You go through each of tents, most of them are empty filled with just trash and old food, the shopping carts are no different garbage that you sold to pawn shops or anyone that needed it. You remember one time going around the neighborhood selling junk the others, maybe an old toaster or a new pillow, anything that was useful.

There was good money to be made in that trade, but you had other opportunities at that point.

You ended up going through the entire camp, finding spare clothes, metal barely worth selling nothing made out of copper easy to sell, a few broken home appliances.
There is a pack of cigarettes and a lighter next to the rain collector which somehow is still working, a little project that you worked on. A plastic cover over a blue drum barrel to work as a funnel. You remove the cover and see the that's filled completely in fact you notice how the cover was almost out, too much water.

You grab up a mug from the shopping cart and you pour yourself a drink, it's delicious and sweet, it makes you feel good. After the third or fourth drink you don't feel so thirsty anymore but somehow, you have to drink more. You headache is gone and you don't feel weak anymore, just like when you have a hangover and you need to get a drink to calm the withdrawal.

After the sixth or seventh drink, you hear a car approaching, you turn around to see a black SUV that you remember very well, it's stops on the streets near the fence gates. You squint your eyes trying to spy, two men in suit come out, one stays behind and the other starts walking towards the fence.

He passes fences through a hole, the same way to got in, almost crouching and very carefully not to get dirty. The more he gets close the more you recognize him and he knows to.

''I've been looking for you for days, I though you died, ha ha ha'' he smiles ''well, let's get started then'' he puts his hand inside his jacket and takes out a wallet, he produces two paper bills and he hands it to you.

You know exactly what he is looking for... he is going to pay you and then punch you straight in the face, only stopping once you drop unconscious on the floor. You can feel his anxiety, his body is too rigid, too tense...

>he is offering $200, you have $41
>take the money
>ask for more
>say no
>write in

I'll leave the vote open longer

>>4085206
>take the money
Might need the money in these dire times

>>4085206
>>take the money

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You take the papers, two hundred right in your hands, which you waste no time to put inside your pockets.

He backs away, his smile is gone, he starts taking out his jacket carefully laying it on top a shopping cart and then his watch too. He produces two plastic gloves from his pocket and wears them.

You are starting to sweat, his whole body movement is unsettling you ''Bad day at the offi-''

As soon as he finishes wearing the gloves he sucker punches you straight in the jaw, the whole world starts to go black, but you are still standing only to receive a left hook on the cheek.
He grabs you by the collar of your shirt and then delivers a fist to your guts, you quench trying to grab your stomach but he punches you in the ribs making you drop to your knees.
You are struggling to breathe, you have to make him stop.

''No.. no more, I'm done.. I'm do-''

You beg, but he swiftly answers by kicking your head, you fall onto the cold pavement. He taps your body a couple of times as he watches you suffocate. Just to make you sure he didn't kill you, then he removes the gloves, puts them inside a ziploc bag from out of his right pocket.

The world goes black, you fall unconscious.

that's it for now, thanks for reading, I'll be running tomorrow if I can

Slowly it all starts to come back as you hear a car engine drive away.

Your face hurts, your ribs hurt, your entire being hurts, the floor feels cold.... you are in a lot of pain right now, you are cough a lot of blood.
The coughing doesn't reveal any broken teeth, just blood, saliva, and vomit.

You roll over and crawl to get a hold of something to support yourself to pull yourself up, more blood comes out of your mouth.. this time the coughs are rough.. it comes from your throat.
The rain collector, you want water so bad, you stumble yourself to the drum just to get more, this time you don't use a mug but put your entire head inside the barrel.

You clean your face, the reflection in the water makes you want to avert your gaze, it's a mess.

The tent gives you a warm welcome, your wobbly body falls back to a comfortable pile of rags and sheets, you lift your shirt and see the red marks of the blows. The skin around your stomach is swollen, probably your liver is about to burst for the amounts of alcohol or worse, but you don't see any red marks. The texture of the skin is strange, touching it causes you a lot of pain but you recognize it, a particular pain such as when the muscles are damaged and repaired.

There's something uncomfortable between the sheets, you pull it out and see that's your backpack, you take it out and see the plastic wraps, you never really investigated what was inside.
The powder is similar to flour, the texture is a bit different as you unwrap one of the bags maybe it can be enough to calm down the pain and sleep it off otherwise you are in for a rough time.

>use the white powder
>yes
>no

>>4087957
>>no
Coke is the exact opposite of what we want if we need to sleep.

>>4087957
>no

No, you don't need it.
Either it's going to dull the pain or it's going to keep you awake.

Pain runs across your body like a lightning, your ribs hurt too much, you grab your stomach trying to endure it.
You wrap the white powder again, it's not worth the gamble.

Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to take the money without thinking, last time that he did this he wasn't so rough but this is well beyond the line. You want to kill him, if it wasn't for all the pain you would be boiling with anger.

Hours go by of struggle trying to sleep but it's no use, the bump that was in the center of your abdomen is beginning to hurt more as time passes, you try to push it inside of you but you almost blackout trying to touch it. It feels like swollen, you don't remember getting hit on that particular spot.
You are sweating, the coughing continues but you are not spitting blood anymore, you feel like dying but somehow all you can think off is water, you can't get enough off it.

You lose count on the hours, you are so tired that the body gives in and you manage to fall asleep.

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''Hey.. hey son.. you awake?''

You open your eyes, you are outside of the tent, laying on a mattress, there's an old man wearing glasses sitting on a chair looking at you.

''Here drink this'' the bearded man hands you a mug.

You lift you back and take the mug, the liquid is cool and it's brown

''Go ahead son''

You drink it, it tastes awful but the cold running through your body is very relaxing, you continue to sip it despite the bitterness

''That tea should keep that fever in check, boy'' he gives you a smile as he slouches on the chair ''quite the beating you took, me and the others found you half-dead''

''Took? Where am I?'' you say looking around you, realizing the scene change.

You remembered being beneath a bridge now you are surrounded by grass, trees and the sound of birds chirping. There's buildings near by but the vegetation as taken a hold on them, vines and roots grow against the walls and roofs.

''Barkley Park, me and the rest were collecting cans and junk while we came across your little camp'' he pours himself a mug of the brown liquid and sips on it ''high fever, your face and body was swollen, should be better now''

You touch your face it's sensitive to the touch but there's no pain, same with your stomach only much more sensitive, the bump is gone but the skin texture is rough, stretched with small scars.
The ribs are purple and dark, the red is gone.

'Damn boy... what happened there? you got shoot with a shotgun or something? nothin' broken but you need to rest''

Suddenly you realize that your backpack is gone.

''Don't worry about it, nobody touch anything, got it right here'' he throws the bag next to you ''You don't strike me as the type that shoots raw heroine, you sure don't look like it. No scars on your veins either'' he stands up from the chair and starts to walk away.

''Heroin?'' you ask

''Don't you know?''

A black man walks up behind the old man, his hair is turning gray ''them plastic wraps are heroin'' he starts laughing ''it's funny though, you are no junkie yet you carry enough to put down an elephant to sleep''

He then points to the backpack ''I also saw that you are carrying an unloaded piece, now I ain't gonna ask where you got it or where you got the drugs, but there's more to life than just that''

You check the backpack and see that everything is in there, the gun is still unloaded not a bullet missing, the bags are there too ''...look, I appreciate the help but I can take care of myself''

''Sure don't look like it, at least stick around till you can walk, son'' the man says ''name is Charles, that old beard is Paul, cmon let's go get some food''

The rest of the day with the homeless group, they serve grilled cheese sandwich with a bowl of soup, it's been a while since you had a homemade meal, you try to pay for it but they refuse.

Charles has been on the streets from a while now, apparently he had a wife and kids, lost it all to gambling and alcohol.
It's a similar story for everyone around here, booze and drugs.

With food in your stomach, you start to feel much better, you to take a stroll around the camp.
The camp it's at the middle of the park, the whole place used to be a playground for a neighborhood project from what Charles told you a combination of lack of funding, bad economy and dozens of drug dealers turned this place into vacant houses and closed off buildings.

There's many people living here, they made their trade by selling junk to factories and construction sites, most of them exchange stuff for what they need but you see a few interesting things on sale.
You are going to need a new place to stay, from what you've been told you are deep within the ghetto, surrounded by gangsters and dope heads.

>leave the camp
>check to see if there's anything interesting for sale
>buy new clothes
>find a place to stay
>write in

welp, I'll leave this one longer, it's been a while since the thread got bumped

>>4089243
>>check to see if there's anything interesting for sale

>>4089694
Same.

alright roll 1d100

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>4089770

no update today, I'll see if I can run tomorrow

You decided to look around the items.

A lot of broken junk and other utilities like toilet paper, you see something flashy out of the corner of your eye, a small pocket knife. It fits right on your hands.
You show it to the lady in charge of the sales, she lifts two fingers, you hand her two bills and leave as you put the knife in your pocket.
The gun is attached to your back keeping it tight with the belt, this time it's loaded.

Taking a stroll around the camp, you see Charles approaching you.

You chat with him till the sun starts to fall.
He puts you up to speed, you've been sleeping for a day, which surprises because it felt like an hour.

Some of the high and low districts of the city are in quarantine, the CDC has been overwhelmed by the spreading of some sort of chemical contamination, the worst part is that more and more cases are beginning to show up outside of the state at an alarming rate.

Nobody knows what is going on anymore, people are panicking too much and that doesn't help, there was a small riot in a supermarket yesterday that ended up with multiple injuries and the death of a teenager.
The entire water service has been closed off till further notice, the government has dispatched several vans distributing bottled water to neighborhoods and residential areas.
There's not a lot of information on the news channels, health services explained it, it seems that coughing is the initial phase of the contamination which is presumed to be originated by rain.

The coughing gets worse to the point of spitting large amounts of blood coming from the veins around the liver and the stomach, the body then will start to develop small tumors inside the internal organs around the abdominal region.
As the body tries to fight cancer growth, it will slowly kill itself to the point where the patient dies.

This whole process begins at an alarming rate depending on the initial exposure, there's a basic treatment that's believed to extend the lifespan of the patient but so far there's no cure.
In a matter of days or hours, the person could die before cancer begins to develop due to blood loss.
All of this confuses you since you've been drinking rainwater just fine, you felt weak and even coughed blood at some point but eventually, you got better.

Charles asks ''So.. what are you going to do now? The quarantine areas are getting larger and larger, you are more than welcome to stay with us but I am not sure how long till everyone goes their way'' he says while looking at the exit of the park.

''I was thinking on going back to an old place, it should be near, but thanks for the offer''

''An old place huh? well, you best watch out then'' he stares at the exit of the park ''that flue has everyone on the edge, it's hasn't hit us yet thank god, but I wonder sometimes...''

You give your thanks at Charles for healing you and letting you rest, you tell him to say thanks to Paul too. It puts you at ease to see that not everyone in this world is a bad person, but then again you don't know the whole story, maybe they were a cult trying to recruit you.
The first few steps you realize that you are not alone, beyond the vacant houses you can see the addicts, dozens of them going one by one to drug dealers. Most of them passed out on the ground others going in and out of the houses.

''Hey, hey, hey.. m-man, got some change?'' a girl covered in dirt walks up to you, she is trembling and her hands are constantly grabbing her shoulders and elbows.

''Sorry, I can't help'' you continue walking down the street, avoiding them as best as you can, the dealers try to offering you some. It appears they like to give different names for drugs like spider bug among others.

The majority of the drug dealers stand in corners, you are amazed at the state of the area, not a single police car not even working traffic lights, some of them broken apart. Even the streets are in a similar state with potholes.
You rush up to a safe distance and trying to remember the distance from your house, up in the distance you see the towers.

Cheaply made complex low-end areas, probably another money-laundering scheme of the politicians, it's courtyard quickly became a hot spot for gangsters acting though against each other, who even knows.
You go through a series of alleys avoiding large spaces when someone jumps at you from behind.

''Where the money at mothafucka? pills or money hand it over'' a black man wearing a beanie pushes you and immediately he tries to get close to you grabbing you the neck of your shirt.

>roll 1d100 please

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>4100968

Rolled 14 (1d100)

Bump

Rolled 83 (1d100)

>>4100968

>>4108206
Man, you'd better not drop the quest before using my 83.

>>4101635
>>4101827
>>4108651

Enough..

You had it with getting pushed around..

These people are nothing but animals fighting each other for what? Just to get high, it pains you to say that you are no different with alcohol but atleast it kept drunk enough to be passed out most of the time instead of looking for places to get high. Not that you ever tried though.
The few times that you did it scared you the fact about how easy it is to let all your troubles and worries wash away in all that euphoria, the rush of adrenaline flowing through your body and the happiness that comes after, no more thinking or anxiety only joy.

An image of you getting beat up flashes through your thoughts, you start feel ashamed for it, you almost die just for a few papers. But did you really had to? or was it the alcohol withdrawal looking to buy more? Did you really made that choice with a clear head? Why did you needed the money so bad?
The fact that it's not the first time that it happens fills with rage at realization of your own weaknesses.

''The fuck you lookin' at me fo'! Give me th-'' before he can finish, you grab a hold of the man privates with an iron grip, his clenched fist becomes an open palm as both of his arms raise, his expression is of fear and agony.

You deliver a swift fist to his face and it explodes on his nose, releasing his courage, the man falls to the ground from the punch, he slouches on the pavement holding his privates agonizing while muttering insults and curses, his nose is bleeding heavily.
This man is your own reflection, his uncontrolled addictions got him here, you still feel the cold iron the gun attached to your back.
He is pathetic... even if you leave he is going to keep doing this, over and over again just like you, letting him escape that cycle would be a small mercy.. maybe you should just end it all too.

>shoot him?
>yes

>>4109951

shoot him?
>yes
>no
>write in

Rolled 1 (1d3)

1 yes
2 no
3 leave the vote open till tomorrow

>>4109951
>yes
End his cycle. Free him.

Bump update soon