America.
What a place.
There was no order. At least not where I ended up.
I guess I came to live in what Americans call "the hood". I don't understand why they call it "the hood". Maybe from the word "neighborhood"?
I may never understand the American culture.
All I had to do was refrain from being shot, and if I did, I'd have to act dead. It's not like I'm actually going to die, my mutation keeps that from happening. I just have to keep the act up until I hear sirens or until the thugs go away long enough for me to walk home.
Home isn't very homey.
Worse than the abandoned apartment building I once called home.
You could call it a trash shack. But it's all I could do, with no money and being a mutant.
It was easier to get by with my different hair color here in "the hood." I just wore sunglasses all the time so no one would see my eyes.
I don't feel like getting shot anymore, it's rather annoying.
I think everyone is getting suspicious of me though, I'm going to have to migrate. My "suicidal tendencies" of walking into the busy streets of New York City without looking and accidentally falling into the subway isn't helping at all. I'm surprised no one has called the local news stations or anything warning of a zombie invasion. Maybe I should pretend to eat a brain, that'll give them a right scare. Then I'd definitely have to go into major hiding.
Bad idea.
Scratch that. Maybe I should find some paint or something, at least make an attempt to fix my trash shack up a tad.
I still haven't found any other mutants, and it's been at least a month or two. I'm thinking about going for a long walk through the city, maybe get a new pair of sunglasses. Mine cracked.
"HELP ME! PLEASE!"
What the bloody hell was that? Oh look, an alley. Time to put on the Bat suit and save the day.
"'Ello? I heard a scream. Am I in the right alleyway?"
BAM!
"Mate, that was probably the worst decision of your life, minus the attempt to rape this poor girl 'ere."
That man looked confused. 'Why wasn't she on the ground bleeding?' is probably what he's thinking. Or that I'm a copper with a bullet-proof vest on.
"Hey, back away, just get away or I'll shoot her."
"Well, you've already shot me. But I'm goin' to 'ave to warn you, mate. Shoot her, I'll shove that gun so far up your arse you'll be coughing up those bullets."
BAM!
"Now why would you shoot me twice? That's the dumbest thing you could do."
"What the fuck?! You should be dead! I… I shot you in the head!" He's past terrified, I think he wet 'is pants.
"Yeah, and it's gonna bloody scar for about a week now, thanks a lot, dick."
I don't think I've ever seen a grown man run that fast in all my days. I've also never saved anyone before. It's actually a nice feeling, a great confidence booster.
Oh shit, the girl passed out. Maybe I should notify the authorities somehow, at least call. I don't think they'd appreciate a woman with a bullet in their head coming in to notify of a girl that almost got raped.
Well that was my first ever good deed.