Here's chapter 4 ;D Hope you like it!

When he woke up, only he was left in the wagon. Fast pictures of messy dark streets, drunken men assaulting each other, flickering lightning poles,

ladies inviting strange men inside, and buildings turning off all lights, flashed before Joey's eyes through the dirty trains' windows. "Hmm…I must be in the

darker part of town." His thoughts were interrupted when the trains' brakes made the rails howl. "I suppose this is the last stop, I wonder what I'll find out

here… Hopefully some food if I'm lucky!" Joey got off and made his way up the stairs, towards the city on top of the subway.

But when he got up it was too quite. Only dark shadows behind garbage containers and his stomachs loud rumble could be heard. All of the light poles were out

and the streets were covered in a dark blanket. Except at the end of the block a little light from a kiosk stood out. Joey tightened his jacket around his chest and

walked towards it.

The kiosk had commercials and stickers all over the windows. Two African men, a tall one and one looking like Gollum, stood behind the desk prepared for

welcoming Joey with smiles filled with black teeth. "Heeeey welcome my friend! I have just what you need on such a dull night like this –eh?" "Yesss in a dull

night like thisss-"the Gollum type repeated in a squeaky voice. The shopkeeper showed Joey a wall filled with cigarettes, little knives, condoms and small alcohol

bottles. Joey quickly noticed that on the price patches, the sign representing money was different from back where he came from. "What?! My money is useless!

I can't do anything on an empty stomach! Hopefully I'll make it through the night..."

"Actually I just came here asking for direction, pal." Joey said as calm as possible. "Do ya know where I am?" The African man burst out laughing while clapping

his hands. "Good one white-boy, good one there!" "Nyeh?" Joey said, not getting the joke. "Now what can I temp you with? We have donuts, pizza an-" Joey

signed and walked straight out of the shop not looking at the hotdogs or slush-ice machine next to the window. "-Eh, I also have soda?" The African shop keeper

added. "Sssooodaaaa yessss." The little shopkeeper squeaked out in the streets making an echo. Joey crossed the street leaving the two African men and the

delicious food behind him.

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-MoJo