Jules Jones and the Nigga Outbreak
It was a cold December's night in Harlem, New York 2062. In a crusty apartment building, an old man sat in his recliner with his eyes plastere don the TV. His grandkid was playing next to him.
"Today on the History Channel, we will be spending this weekend dedicating our program to the Niggatry Outbreak of 2039. It was a crucial point in our nation's history and it is important that we remember it annually."
The old man's eyes widened. Tears began to streak down his eyes.
"Thass right. The nigga wars. How I gonna foget that. Shit."
The man's grandson looked up at his grandfather, puzzled.
"You was in the Nigga outbreak, right granpappy? Was it as bad as mamma say it was?"
The old man looked down at the child, his eyes looking like a dope user's.
"Settle down, son. I got a story to tell you."
Flashback to New York in 2039. The landscape was pristine. Paradise. Birds were chirping, parents were playing with their children at the parks, and the ducks were enjoying a fresh catch from the pond. All was well.
"Oh J.J, it's such a beautiful day! The sun is shining, and I'm witthe love of my life!"
"You're right, honey. It is perfect. This day can't get any better. And im spending it with the women I love." Jules replied to his busty wife Cherry.
Just then, loud thumping noises were heard in the distance. The ground shook.
Jules looked over his shoulder and saw something he would never forget for the rest of his life.A horde of niggas equipped with timbs were stomping around causing chaos. He could hear their lingo in the distance.
"AYO HOL UP"
"U HEARD DAT NEW CARDI B SONG"
'LMAOO DEAD ASS B"
"U SEEN THAT NEW VINE"
The horde began maliciously attacking everyone nearby. The rabid animals began chomping into innocent bystanders and devoured them.
"What the FUCK!" Jules yelled.
"Cherry, we gotta go now!"
Jules and his speechless wife ran as fast as they could. They found themselves overwhelmed by the horde of timb walkers thats surrounded them. His wife suddenly dropped to the ground.
"CHERRY!" Jules screamed. He picked up his wife and turned her around. She had a gash that ran down her left arm.
"Deadass B ill be okay damn nigga" she suddenly blurted out.
"NO! CHERRY! GODDAMNIT!"
Jules picked his wife up and ran into a nearby apartment building. He ran to the very top his wife down on a couch in the hallway. He knew he had to put his wife down.
"Cherry...Cherry I'm sorry!" Jules pulled out his Uzi aand shot his wife in the head, ending her misery. But for Jules, it was just the beginning.