Attempt 1 (My Friend Logan's)
Michael sat back on the couch, and stared at the ceiling of Trevor's Trailer, and tried to go through how his life had gone to hell in the past three months since those creatures started invading the state through the airport.
Michael, dressed in a dirty white tanktop, a blue parrot shirt and ragged, torn gray dress pants. A gun by his other hand at the ready. After his wife and son were killed by those monsters, and Tracey was taken by the FIB to Vice City, Michael allowed his beard to grow out, and he decided to shave his head. He had moved into Trevor's Trailer a month after the outbreak, and had since not left Sandy Shores.
A week prior he had lost contact with Franklin when he said he would be going by the mall to pick up supplies with Ron and Trevor, however Franklin never came back, and Trevor had told him Franklin was staying at his mansion with Tanisha and Tonya.
Michael downed the beer in his hand and tossed it to the floor, shattering it to pieces. At that moment Trevor walked in, now sporting a full beard and mullet, he was dressed in a dark brown "Lonewolf" jacket, navy jeans and combat boots, armed with an assault shotgun straight from AmmuNation.
"Hey man." Trevor said wiping the blood off his hands
"How many you kill today?" Michael asked popping yet another painkiller
"Lost track after seventy five." Trevor said
"I see you stole my car again." Michael said with a hint of annoyance
"I like to call it borrowing with impending return." Trevor said pulling a bottle of beer from the fridge
"Hear from Frank?" Michael asked
"Nah. I didn't go by there, I would of run out of gas." Trevor said
"We need to check up on the kid Trevor. He could be dead for all we know, or one of those things." Michael said
"AND SO FUCKING WHAT IF HE IS?! Are you gonna put the fucker down or are you going to make me put him down, like how I had to put down your son?" Trevor shouted
"You...fucking prick, I'm the only reason you're alive!" Michael shouted back ready to rip his best friend's throat out
"If it wasn't for me, your darling wife would've been feasting on your corpse because you were too scared to put her down!" Trevor said
"You can only say that because no one you care about was turned into one of those things!" Michael shouted
Trevor shouted in the air, picked his shotgun back up, walked out the door, entered Michael's car and drove back off toward Stab City.
"Fucking Trevor!" Michael mumbled to himself as he lied down on the bed
Michael burst into tears, cupped his face and said to himself "I'm so sorry Amanda...why couldn't I...gah fuck!"
