Prologue
I don't know what drove me away from all the violence, killing, dealing drugs, smuggling, I just felt I needed to settle down and I met that one girl Tanisha Jackson. There was just something about her that drove me insane I guess that's why I gave up the game, but shit I don't know. For now I'm just a mechanic. I wish something exiting would happen in my life; it's become
so…so…dull.
"Ok so all's you have to do is keep your eye on the ball ready?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, yeah I'm ready, ok."
Michael put the ball under the cup and started mixing them up as fast as he could. It lasted about 15 seconds and the guy was still clueless of witch one to pick.
"Uhhhhh the one in the middle?" The guy said doubtingly. Michael revealed that the ball was there.
"YES! Alright man a bets a bet, now gimme my $50." Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I did that perfectly! Where did I go wrong! It doesn't matter looks like im gonna have to do this the old fashioned way. Michael handed him his money and when he pulled out his wallet Michael grabbed it and ran down the street. The guy was chasing after him he jumped onto a nearby train passing by and waved to the guy as Michael made his escape.
"All righty Ron how are we doing today?" Trevor asked.
"Quite good Trevor, I sold a load of tires because I told him they were on sale, and Dan sold a thousand dollar oven to someone whos house just went up in flames! Today's going great boss."
"What about Wade?"
"I actually wanted to talk about that, he hasn't sold a single thing all week, I think he's getting way to personal with the customer, he was trying to sell a TV and he got in a conversation about his pet rat when he was in the 6th grade! Beside wade, a TP industry is doing better than it has in years.
"Keep up the good work Ronny boy, I'm gonna talk to Wade." Trevor walked over to Wade's cubical when he was on the phone.
"So I was walking my dog and I just trip over this homeless guy and..."
"Wade can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Sure Trevor, I mean boss." Wade hung up.
"I've heard that you've been getting a little bit to close to the customer, and making it awkward and you haven't sold a single thing all week."
"But wasn't that my training?" to relate to the customer?"
"Yes but your relating to them In a way that makes them not want to ever hear your voice again, but if you talk to them in the right manner, like understanding their struggles and telling them how their problems can be resolved by buying our crap."
"Well, that's a big mind fuck."
"I'LL SHOW YOU A MIND FUCK IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!"
"Ok boss, I mean Trevor, BOSS boss."
"GOOD!"
Chapter I
"ALRIGHT PUT THE MONEY IN THE BAG OR YOUR GETTING SHOT IN THE ARM!" Michael pleaded.
"Okay okay! Give me time!"
"You got thirty seconds!" the cashier started filling the bag with cash and the alarm went off. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!"
"its not my fault its automatic!"
"Shit, just hurry the fuck up and hurry the fuck up!" He finished emptying the bag and handed it to Michael, When he got outside, his car was getting towed.
"NO, NO NO NO NO! THIS JOB IS FUCKED IT IS FUCKING FUCKED! Well I never hotwired a car before." Michael broke the window and got in a red truck, then tried to pull the coverage of the wiring. He didn't realize you needed a screw driver. When he finally shot it off the cops already swarmed him. Michael put his hands up and they stripped him of his weapons and money, then threw him in the back of a police car.
Franklin was working on a car in his auto shop when a customer walked in.
"Can I help you with something?" Franklin asked. He looked up and saw it was Lamar. "Lamar? What are you doing here nigga?"
"Don't nigga me nigga, im here to change all this! Get you back in the hood man!"
"Lamar its been 3 years, I have a wife and im hoping I'll have a family one day settle down, you can't just walk in here and say hey your back in the game! I'm done with that."
"Franklin, you're my home boy, my hommie, why man I need you! Don't give up the good life just yet!"
"its my choice."
"Look at this dump man! Your changing mufflers and dealing with morons all day for chump change!"
"It's exactly the same up in the hood nigga, only I don't get robbed, beaten up, killed, do time or worse doing this!"
"I guess I can't convince you, please just think about it hommie."
"I will but my minds made up."
"Whatever man, I'll see your bitch ass later."
"Fuck you!" Franklin shouted as Lamar walked out.
"Trevor! Trevor!"
"What is it Ronny boy, speak." Trevor asked looking at files on his desk.
"It's Wade! He ran off with half the company's money!" Trevor had a blank look on his face; he couldn't find the right words to say.
"You're fuckin' with me… right?" Ron stood there, not knowing what to say. "Right, Ron, please, PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE!" Ron was speechless. He couldn't bare the fact that Trevor just might take his anger out on him. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!"
Trevor grabbed a gun from his drawer and opened a window, then glanced back at Ron. "WHERE DID THAT LITTLE SLIMY PIECE OF COCK EYED SHIT GO!" Ron pointed west. "We'll talk about what we do with you when I get back!" Trevor jumped out the window on the second story and landed in the back of his truck. He crawled to the front seat and started driving west. Trevor couldn't find him; he assumed he hopped on a nearby train passing by. Trevor wasn't normally one for driving like a maniac (ironically) but he needed to get back half of TP industries back, which is $500000. He went onto the train tracks and caught up to a train that was parked at a station. He went up to the conductor of the train.
"Excuse me I don't want to slow you down for too long but I'm the president TP industries and I'm looking for a client that ran off with a lot of money can you just keep the train put for five minutes?" Trevor asked politely.
"Kiss my ass! This cargo needs to get to its location." Trevor yielded his gun.
"How about now?"
"OK OK! You can check the back just please don't shoot! There's a lot of gas on this train!"
"Thanks for your business." Trevor started scavenging the locomotive for Wade. In the last boxcar, he was there asleep with the bag of money in his hand.
"Rise and shine sleeping beauty!" Wade woke up with a gun to his forehead.
"NO PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" Trevor never killed anyone before, and he didn't know what was stopping him from pulling the trigger, so instead of thinking about it he did, but he didn't kill him he shot out his kneecaps. Trevor left him a couple grand and leaned over.
"Use this money to go somewhere else because I swear if you ever see me again after this, it will be the last time you ever saw anything." Trevor got out of the boxcar and told the conductor
"Your good to go but, you have wounded in the back you better take care of that shit before he dies."
12:57PM: "Hey Lamar!" I didn't know what I was doing there I just, couldn't let those old days go. Not now, those years were the best times of my life. Man I remember the Jewelry store as if it was yesterday. I'm gonna have to keep this very far away from Tanisha.
"Hey bitch, you change your mind, ya know come to your senses?"
"Lamar I came here to ask you something."
"What?"
"We were big time, robbing banks, the fib the union depository, what happened? You just got up and quit and I decided to quit to I walked in your crib to celebrate only to discover you weren't there, and you never returned."
"So?"
"So my question is, what happened to you man, you were my homeboy my nigga and you just fucking disappeared 1 year later here you are in the hood asking me to get back in the game with you."
"Meth's one hell of a drug." Lamar answered with a laugh. "So you know what happened to me and now I wanna know, what happened to you? Where'd all your money go?"
"You didn't answer my question."
"Yes I did I told you I wasted all my money on drugs, ok man."
"That answers why you're in the hood, but why'd you abandon me and the rest of the group."
"Another time."
"I need to know now! you're my best fucking friend and I need to know!"
"Another time!" "So wanna tell me what happened to you?"
"it was my wedding, Tanisha, wanted me to forget about you she wanted me to, get rid of all the money that I stole, to start over so, I told the government to meet me at a location to get the money that I stole. Obviously I wasn't going to do that, so I filled a truck with the dough at this location. We get our normal lives back and they get their money back. Lester was real upset I was leaving for good, but I had to ask him to help me with this favor."
"TMI man."
"Fuck you."
"Chill am just playing with you nigga." Franklin and Lamar were just staring blankly at the sky for a minute. "The ultimate question still remains."
"What?"
"Are you back in the game?" Franklin wasn't sure, he didn't want Lamar leaving him again without a proper explanation. "Hey what the fuck?!" "THAT FUCKING BALLA IS FUCKING EATING THAT DUDE WE GOTTA HELP!"
¿Lamar dashed to the rescue angrily trying to pull the balla from the defenseless citizen. In the process Lamar got bitten so he shot him. The civilian was dead. Franklin and Lamar heard screaming throughout Los Santos.
12:24PM: Trevor was driving back to TPI after that unfortunate loss of a client. He heard several News reports of groups of cannibals attacking people on the radio and heard a couple of screams. Oh when I get my hands on Ron for not stopping that asshole, Wade. Ill snap his neck! He knew where he was going, he knew exactly what he was doing! BUT WHY DIDN'T HE STOP HIM! This company's gonna be the death of me. Trevor knew something was up with the news reports and the screams but he didn't care at that time; he just wanted to go to TPI grab his things and go home. But first he had to decide whether he was going to fire Ron or give him a second chance. Trevor arrived at TPI, and Ron was in his cubical biting his nails.
"So…what happened?"
"I..I…well, let's just say he's not going to be walking back here again anytime soon."
"YOU KILLED HIM!"
"I shoulda."
"Thank god."
"Don't thank god just yet, we gotta deal with you. You didn't stand up for the company, you didn't even try to stop him, we could of lost a lot of money just because YOU DID'T HAVE THE BALLS TO SATAND UP TO A FUCKING RETARD!."
"I'm sorry Trevor if you want me gone I guess your mind is made up, but when I signed up for TPI I didn't know I had to throw my life on the line to protect it."
"When you put it like that I guess I can't really blame you. What happened to TPI Ron? I don't want to sound cliché but, I remember the good old days when I didn't carry the gun around, and I wasn't so hot headed."
"Those days will come back sooner or later."
"I hope so Ron." At that moment the main door to TPI was destroyed by a group of bloody mindless people.
"Holly shit it's the cannibals from the news! Run for your life Ron!" Trevor and Ron were running for the back door when they opened the door alls they saw was miles zombies Trevor grabbed Ron and pulled him towards the staircase as zombies flooded the first floor, they barricaded themselves in Trevor's office.
"Cannibals! News report! What is going on!
"There was a news report on the radio, FUCK FUCK FUCK! I shoulda listened! There are groups of cannibals all over the state maybe even the country, but they don't look like a cult they look like a race of the undead!"
"Well what do you propose we do?"
"We have 2 options option number 1: we kill ourselves with the gun number 2 we wait for those things to break down the door and tear us limb from limb."
"Trevor! Let's not do anything hasty! We'll shoot each other when the time comes instead we should find a way to get to ground level."
"Ok when the time comes that shouldn't be too long." I can't help feel that I care for Wade he was a great friend, he was slow but a friend none the less, he's probably been torn limb from limb by now and it makes me, ANGERY!
12:43PM "Hey buddy how much you want huh? Everyone has their price what's yours?" Michael asked the police officer.
"I'm an officer of the law I don't take bribes!"
"Don't gimme that bull shit tell me, how much do you want?" without hesitation the cop replied
"2 million, unless that's too high for you."
"2 MILLION!"
"That is exactly what I thought. You couldn't even hold up a drug store and you're a bit of an idiot you start a job by yourself, park in a 6 to 12 area and then try to hotwire a car without tools. You sure are an ambitious one."
"Fuck you."
"Well it's the truth I don't mind being blunt with lowlifes, your very stupid."
"Like I care what a scrawny little spit fuck like you thinks."
"You got quiet the mouth."
"Whatever. So do you really have a number or am I wasting my time?"
"You really can't take a hint, can you."
"Can we just drive!?"
"I don't know can we?"
"I CAN ASK YOU THE SAME FUCKING QUESTION!"
"Sure." I'm so sick of this, I don't want to do this every other week soon enough, dad will run out of bail money someday, I have to get out of the game, I have to I can start a family it'll be better than it is now. They were nearing the prison off the boarder of the Grand Sonora Dessert. When they hit a zombie walking in the middle of the road and crashed into a tree.
Michael was stuck in the car the officer was knocked out or dead, Michael couldn't tell. He tried waking him up but it wouldn't work. So he tried kicking the window down and nothing would work. "Officer I need you come on! Please!" Michael hit his seat and he fell over, it revealed his neck was slit open by a piece of glass. "Shit Shit SHIT! THE ONE FUCKING TIME I WANT YOU TO BE ALIVE!" Michael realized he was going to have to get comfy, he was going to be there a while.