"We have a survivor!" A man in yellow shouted. The next thing Max knew was that he was exiting the hospital, after a checkup, having a hard time seeing clearly. He was heading towards SVPD in a Taxi. He had no idea where Pierce was.
He had a stare the entire way there. Where is Pierce? He just crossed the bridge to Shoreside Vale.
Slowly things came into focus. Max was in the backseat of a Taxi, a middle aged driver at the wheel, he had a large red mustache/beard and a beanie on. The cab advanced slowly over the bridge, the day just beginning. Looking to his right, he could see water, outlined by mountains over the horizon.
As they were about to get off of the bridge, Max rubbed his eyes. They moved into the left lane. Just as the got onto the ramp and started heading down, a blue Premier pulled up beside them. A man in a black beanie, red scarf, blue jeans, and a brown jacket was pointing an SMG at the cab.
Tings of bullets hitting metal caused the cab driver to loose control, crashing into the blue Premier, sending the assailant tumbling violently into the road, where a Landstalker ran him over. Smoke came out of the engine of the cab, Max was uninjured from the crash. The cab driver was gone, he must have gotten out and ran.
As Max gripped the door handle, a sudden shake forced him to loose his balance. The shaking was fierce and violent, making the cab and the Premier roll a little. The sound of crunching metal, skidding cars, and explosions suddenly filled the air. There was another sound, that almost sounded like a cross between screeching metal, bending metal, and a very long explosion. The sound was loud and fierce, but only lasted a few seconds longer than the quake did.
As it passed, Max opened his eyes, still in the cab. He exited the cab to find that he was awe-struck at an amazing sight. In front of Max, but only a feet away, the concrete broke away from the ramp. Metal bars were twisted and bent, the Shoreside Lift Bridge was no more. The last trace of it was two metal bars sticking only feet out of the water, and slowly it disappeared. Cars and people were in the water under the bridge, struggling to get to land, but slowly each of them died.
"How, how could something like that happen? I'll find out sooner or later." Max said to himself. For now, he had to save his own hide. Down the road, pedestrians ran ramped below him, screaming and sprinting around. Some to their families amongst the many car wrecks, others to get out of the area.
Max searched the Blue Premier, no bodies. That means he could still have assailants in the area, he would have to be careful, he was unarmed.
Max looked into the cars as he passed them, slowly making his way down the ramp. Some were bodies that were mangled between smashed cars, metal parts impaled through them, while others had not a scratch on them, but probably a broken neck.
He made his was around a crashed yellow Infernus, to find a large crack in the concrete he stood over. "Freeze." A quiet voice said behind him, followed by the cocking of a shotgun. Max slowly around to see down the barrel of a pump action shotgun, a casually dressed man holding it. To the right over the Infernus, another casually dressed man was holding an MP5.
"What are you some sort of NRA nuts?" Max calmly said.
"Orders of Connor, say goodnight, Mr. Payne" The man smiled. About to fire, Max raised his fist and smashed it down upon the barrel, the handle on the gun hit the man in the face. The other man was about to fire, just as Max grabbed the shotgun out of the air and dropped to the ground, getting phased by a bullet, while shooting the unarmed man in the crotch, forcing him to the ground.
The MP5 barely missed, phasing Max on his side, while sending bullets in front of Max's face as he dropped to the ground. Now on the ground, Max aimed under the Infernus, shooting the mans legs. His legs could hold him up and he hit the ground hard, followed by another shot to his upper body.
Now finished, Max stood up and walked over to his body. Connor? I know who that is.
Max continued down the ramp. It took him a while to get out to the road, he spotted a police car. He made his way through the unusually large crowd to find that it was empty. After looking around, he spotted Kennedy. As Max made it up to him, a rather large man passed by, pushing Max into Leon.
Leon must have been in an angry mood, as he turned around and tried to punch Max, who caught his fist with his left hand, while having a shotgun in the other. Leon widened his eyes, "M-Max?"
"Take me to the station. Now." He ordered, looking Leon in the eye.
Leon nodded, they got into his car and drove that way.
Max had a blank stare on his face as the short ride came to an end. As they walked up to the door, time stopped for a second.
A loud explosion made everyone around the area gasp, Leon felt the heat behind him and dived to the ground. Max shouted "Everyone DOWN!" as he too, dived to the ground, aiming his shotgun at the fire behind them.
A car had flames bearing ten feet in the sky. That was what exploded. Max studied the area, that parking lot was reserved… Max was shocked, Oh my god, That was Sergeant Phil's car.
"Inside Leon, now." Max ordered. He approached the burning car. As he tried to look inside from a distance, there was a body. Oh my god, Pierce's brother is dead.
Max went inside.
The next day was filled with hard work, Liberty City was trying to recover from the earthquake.
"Not only had the Shoreside Lift Bridge collapsed, but it punctured the underground tunnel in the water below it, causing it to flood, killing around 354 people who were traveling in it at that time." The said the news anchor. "Now we go to Julia Chen, who is reporting on the scene. The camera showed Julia, with the destroyed bridge behind her. After a moment of silence, she began to speak.
"Thank you, Martha. Here I am standing before the once beautiful Shoreside Lift Bridge, which incredibly collapsed. The speculation to how something like this could happen is bringing up many theory's. James Tan, and architectural student from Liberty University said is was probably caused do to the bridge lifting at the time of the quake, and that the quake was strong enough knock loose the lift system, and that it brought down the bridge with-"
Max turned the T.V. off. "Can you believe that shit Pierce?"
Pierce had come back to the police station, with an injured arm, but nothing else was hurt. The day was foggy and cold, the heating was broke during the quake, so everyone in the station had warm clothing on.
"I know. I was in the hospital when it happened."
Meanwhile in Los Santos: Gregory Lane is in a tough position, his family is part in a new unnamed gang, at a rivalry with the Ballas in Los Santos, and the Grove Street Families are at a neutral relationship. Growing up in the hood turned Greg into a pretty tough kid, at the age of seventeen. He dropped out of high school, and is currently helping his brothers survive in the hood.
Dressed in a white T-shirt and trashy blue jeans, he was walking to the gas station to buy some food, along with two of his gangs members, Leo and Vince. All of their gangs hair is long and slicked back, most of them lift weights, and only a few carry heaters.
Greg always has his pocket knife on him (which he would only use as a last resort), and a pack of cigarettes.
"Hey Vince," said Leo, "how's that girl of yours?"
"Why do you want to know?" Vince replied
"Hey man, I can't care for one of my fellow friends?"
"It's okay… but we're taking a break right now."
"A break? Bull shit-you broke up, mother fucker." said Greg.
Vince turned to Greg getting serious, pushing up against him, "Hey kid, you'd better butt out, before you get your ass kicked."
Greg looked up to the tall strong, naïve, and selfish Vince. "Vince, lay off of the kid, alright?" said Leo.
Vince looked at Leo. He then backed off, and the three kept walking, about a block away from the station.
Greg pulled out a cigarette and light it up as he walked, taking long puffs. As they walked a group of purple-dressed hoodlums, the Ballas. Vince got close to Greg and whispered, "Don't look at them."
But inevitably, the started walking towards them. This group of Ballas included a tall buff black guy, a rather large baby-faced bald guy, and a short bald not-that-strong kid.
"Hey bitches, you looking for a fight?" the tall one threatened. Greg dropped his cigarette.
Vince's face turned into an evil glare, he turned his face and said, "Get the fuck away from me bitch!"
"Oooh!" The fat one made a scared face, "Watch out guys, or well get our asses kicked."
"Yeah, come on shit face, let's go." The tall one started to push Vince.
"What the fuck you want from us?" Leo stood up to the tall one.
Starting to laugh, the tall one sarcastically said, "What the fuck you want from us?"
"Ass-hole." Vince said, slowly.
"What did you say to me?" The fat guy threatened.
"You know what I said."
"Would you like to meet my friends?" He held out his fists, "This is screw, and you!" He threw a punch, landing it on Vince's left cheek, forcing him back.
Leo dashed out and tackled the fat guy to the ground, smashing his head into the sidewalk. Greg threw a punch at the tall one, while Vince recovered and joined in. The short guy attacked Vince's back, throwing a flurry of slightly painful punches. Leo kept pounding on the face of the unconscious fat guy, until his hands were bruised purple and covered in blood.
Greg stopped attacking the tall one and tackled the short one that was flanking Vince. Taking about seven more punches, Vince was tired out and fell to the ground. As Greg kneed the short one, Leo got up and started fist fighting with the tall strong one, taking a few really hard punches, and countering them with punches to his gut. The short one was just about unconscious, as Leo was done taking his hits, his last resort was to back off.
"Okay, stop, stop." said Leo, "Vince come on, let's go."
"That's right bitch, back off." the tall one threatened again.
Vince struggled to get up, the trio all walked away from the fight, as the other two recovered, and got up. The fat one, now covered in blood started cussing them out as they walked away, threatening them and saying threat he was going to get even.
Now covered in bruises, they walked down the street continuing on what they were doing in the first place. This was a typical day in Los Santos for Greg and their gang, but that's the way life was here, and there wasn't anything Greg could do about it.