Smoke and Ryder were in the two front seats of a Greenwood, driving slowly away from the Hospital where Sweet and Carl were going to stay the night. Ryder, the one driving seeing as Sweet couldn't fit his fat ass into the Driver's seat, inhaled the smoke of a cigarette, and then exhaled, misty grey floating into Smoke's vision. Smoke batted at the smoke, and shook his head. "If you gonna' smoke in here, Ryder, you could atleast open a window, man!" Ryder shook his head. "Naaaah, man. Is' rainin' outside, I ain't gettin' myself all wet an'shit 'cus you can't handle a little smoke." Big Smoke sighed. "Man, that second-hand smoke is gonna' gimme Cancer, or some other bullshit!" Ryder waved his hand. "Why'own'choo stop whinin', busta'? Look, fine!" Ryder rolled down the window, rain droplets landing on his arm, and tossed the cigarette out the window, rolling it back up. "There, busta'!"
A few minutes later, Ryder and Smoke pulled up to the Johnson family house, and got out of the car, closing their doors. Both put their hands over their heads, and rushed up to the shielded front deck, where they would be safe from the rain. Smoke got there first, and knocked on the door loudly. He heard the voice of Brian shout "Who is it?", and Smoke shouted back "Is' Smoke, baby, open up!" Quickly after, the door opened, and Smoke and Ryder ran into the house. As Brian closed the door, he deadbolted, and chained it, turning around to look at Smoke, Ryder, and Kendl. Brian was wearing a white tank (a hand-me-down from Carl), and a pair of black shorts with orange running shoes on. Kendl was wearing a yellow blouse with a black skirt, and no shoes on at the moment. Ryder had a green hoodie on, and a L.S. hat over his head, with damp blue-jeans covering his legs, and black sneakers on. Finally, Smoke had a green long-sleeved shirt on, with black pants and white shoes on, and his usual black bowler hat.
"What're you two doin' here? I thought you went to see Sweet and CJ." Brian asked, walking across the room and sitting down on the sofa, while Ryder was already on the opposite end, and Smoke was sitting in a wooden chair at the table. Ryder nodded, his right leg propped up on the couch. "Jeah, jeah, we went to see them, but CJ said we should go on home. He an'Sweet pro'lly gonna' stay the night, said for us to come keep you two company." Brian shoved Ryder's leg off the couch. "Get'cho wet-ass leg off the couch!" Smoke chuckled lightly, and Kendl sighed. "Well then, are you two gonna' stay the night? A big storm is comin', I don't know if you can make it back to your house, Smoke. "Yeah, I guess I stay here." Smoke said, and Ryder crossed his arms slightly. "Well, if he stayin', I am, too." Kendl nodded, and said "Ryder, you sleepin' on the couch, and Smoke, you get the floor." Ryder and Smoke looked as though they were going to disagree, and Kendl quickly said "Or you two can sleep together in Carl's bed." Ryder and Carl quickly nodded, agreeing they'd rather take the floor and couch.
As Kendl walked upstairs to get blankets and pillows for Ryder and Smoke, Brian turned his head to the two, and spoke quietly, so that Kendl wouldn't hear. "What if the Ballas try and attack Sweet, while he out cold? The Hospital in town is right in Ballas territory."
Carl stretched and yawned, tired due to the late hour. He'd just spoken with Sweet's Doctor, who had agreed that Sweet should stay over-night. Just as Carl was beginning to fall asleep, he heard four loud thuds in a row. This aroused a small amount of suspicion from him. Then, he heard four more thuds. He turned to the window behind him, which had the blinds closed. He parted two of the blinds with his fingers, and saw a Majestic and a Tahoma outside. As realisation suddenly hit him, he heard a sharp, high-pitched scream from a nurse. "Fuck!" He shouted, as he stood up and reached for the sleek, black nine millimeter tucked in the back of his pants. He cocked the gun, and held it aimed at the door just as it burst open, and a Balla stood on the end. Without thinking, Carl quickly fired two shots, one hitting the Balla in the head, and the other hitting the one behind him in the shoulder. The one Carl had hit in the shoulder quickly ducked behind the door, and almost six other Ballas began to hide in the lobby just outside Sweet's room, one or two firing their Mac-10's.
Carl dove to the side, narrowly avoiding a few gunshots. The Balla who had hidden quickly took this opportunity to jump inside the room, though he was quickly taken care of with a shot to the arm and then to the chest, falling over backward, his nine millimeter skidding across the floor just infront of Carl. Carl quickly grabbed it, and got onto his stomach, crawling to the edge of the bed (still on the floor), and peeking around it into the lobby. He drew his head back just as a bullet hit the wall behind him, directly in the course of where his head had been. He swore loudly under his breath, and then shoved the nine millimeter around the corner, firing off several rounds. He thought he had missed entirely, when he heard a loud, deep-throated shout, signalling he'd hit someone. With that, he stood, and jumped clear over Sweet's bed, moving to the wall and standing against it. He turned his head around the corner, and saw two Ballas rushing at him from across the room. He counted quickly, and realised he'd dispatched three of the eight Ballas there, leaving five. He whirled around the corner, both pistols infront of him, and loosed a fury of bullets onto them, taking them both out. Three left.
Suddenly, one Balla jumped around the corner, and Carl shot him at point-blank in the hand, forcing him to drop his gun, then once more with his original gun in the head. That left his first gun empty, so he promptly dropped it, and grabbed the nine millimeter from the dead Balla. "Shit," CJ thought,"That means the other two have Mac-10's! This'll be hard as fuck ... " Up to this point, he'd taken out six of the eight Ballas with relative ease, despite the fact he was close to have a heart-attack from fear and adrenaline rush, but the two more heavily-armed Ballas would prove a better challenge to him than the others.
He forced his head around the corner to see if the Ballas were there, and couldn't see them. So, with his two pistols infront of him, he reluctantly left the room -- And was met with the barrel of a Mac-10 to his head. The Balla had been waiting around the corner the entire time. "Time to die, Grove bitch!" Just as Carl thought he was going to die, he heard someone shout "Motherfucker!", and the sound of a gun being fired. The Balla next to him dropped dead, and Carl looked to his right to see Barry Thorne, or more commonly known as Big Bear, standing in the middle of the hallway with a green-checkered coat and a white t-shirt underneath, and a pair of blue-jeans on, with a nine millimeter in his hand, which had smoke coming from the barrel. "You okay, CJ?" He said, as he ran up to Carl. Carl nodded in response. "Yeah, yeah .. But how you get here, Bear?" Bear gestured to the door with which he had entered the Hallway. "Moms is sick .. You?" Carl also gesture to the room he came out of. "Sweet... Hey! There goes that last Balla bitch!" Carl pointed one of his 9mm's at the door and fired one or two shots, just as a Balla rushed out the door, missing him.
"Fuck! Now he gonna' tell all his fuckin' Balla friends!" Just as Carl said that, Sweet walked out of the room in a hospital-gown and arm-brace. "What the fuck happened?" He shouted, as Carl looked around at the many dead bodies lying about. "Someone tried to lay you out up in here, Sweet. We gotta' leave, now." Carl looked at Bear. "I think you should, too. More Ballas might be back soon, and if they find you, they'll probably hurt yo' moms and you." Bear nodded, and turned to walk back into the room where his mother's doctor was cowering in the corner. Carl shouted "Thanks, Bear!" at his retreating form, and turned to Sweet. "Yo' bag is in the corner, Sweet. Get dressed in the bathroom, I'll go get the car and bring it 'round the front." Sweet nodded, and kicked a Balla corpse into the corner to close the door of his room.