You poor people...since these following few chapters are so short, I'm going to be posting them consecutively-like. I had no idea each chapter was so short...see, it was one long document on my loverly Word thing, and the only thing I did to separate the chapters was to press "Enter" a few times...
Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. X.x Bad TIdVS.
Curtis Redwood threw the bouquet of carnations into the middle of the street, not breaking his steady stride. He hastily pocketed the flowered gun and clenched his fists angrily. His rage was beyond recognition, and he had to refrain from kicking random people in the street. He was never exactly fond of , so he had no idea why he was acting this way.
Suddenly, Curtis stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. His halt was so abrupt that people who were walking behind him ran smack into him.
"Sorry," Curtis muttered to the people who were walking around him, disoriented. He didn't take his eyes off of what he was staring at; it was a blatant sign.
There was a huge factory at the end of town, the smoke curling indifferently upwards. This was so obvious.
Curtis broke out into an extremely fast sprint towards the factory.