GTA: Liberty Through Agita
Mission Three: Deeper into the Rabbit Hole

CJ stood outside the Jefferson motel. The thickness of the fog overwhelmed him, and he could barely see the street from the doors to the motel. "Damn man...What's with this crazy ass fog?" He says, walking towards the street.

Off in the distance, he can see numerous ominous orange glows, but distorted by the fog, it's difficult to tell what the glows were.

Luckily for CJ, he always had an impeccable sense of direction. Even though the fog made it difficult to see very far, he could figure out which way to go to head to his home turf.

He started down the sidewalk, balancing the bloody table leg over one shoulder. As he passes the backside of the Jefferson Motel, he notices some graffiti on the wall. "The End Time is upon us! Repent now!" It appears that it was spray-painted with red or rust colored spray paint. Had he gotten a closer look, he may have realized it was blood, not spray paint this message was written in.

The radio sprang to life, emitting a constant, low static hissing sound. It was barely audible to CJ; he didn't even notice that it was making noise.

Although he never noticed it, several things were taking a keen interest in him, slinking through the shadows to keep track of him...

"Damn, where the hell is everyone? Not even any hookers are out." He commented as he walked down the empty street. The suburbs here were empty, and none of the houses here had been set on fire.

CJ's skin kept crawling. He had been walking for a straight hour, and he hadn't seen another person on the street, not even any cars were driving around. CJ knew that there were always insomniacs, night owls hopped up on coffee, and old crazies out even this late at night. But, the city seemed dead. He even went up to one of the houses, and banged on the door. Nobody answered.

Dismissing the though of breaking in, CJ steps back onto the sidewalk. He barely heard the gunshot, only a Pfft! sound, but he did feel the bullet graze his cheek, drawing a line of blood. CJ spun, cursing. "God Damnit!"

He heard noises, footsteps, and looked to see a woman coming towards him, a pistol in her hand, the barrel outfitted with a silencer. "Oh shit brother! I thought you were another damn zombie! You should try to be more animate when walking around!" The woman was average height, about five seven or so. Her black hair was done in a cornrow hairdo. She had ebony skin, a stark contrast to the purple bandana she had tied around her head. Another one was tied around her arm.

She wore blue denim jeans, and a purple hoodie, the hood pulled down. The black high tops she wore were worn, and dusty.

CJ ignored the colors for now, giving a 'what the fuck' look. "You thought I was a fucking zombie? You need to lay the fuck off the shit pipe. Ain't no such things as zombies."

The woman gave him the same look, stepping. "And where the hell have you been these past six hours? Under a mother fucking rock? If they aren't zombies, then I don't fucking know what a zombie is, mother fucker."

"Uh huh, what the fuck ever. You a Balla?"

The woman nodded, then shrugged. "Yeah, but that don't mean shit now, does it?"

"What the fuck you mean?"

"Seriously, where the fuck have you been nigga? The world's gone to motha-fucking Hell. It don't mean shit if I'm a fucking Balla or Vagos now."

He suddenly recalled the creature in the motel room. That shit was real after all then? He thought to himself.

"Hey, I'm Ja'Khara." She introduces herself,

"I'm Carl, but you can call me CJ." Carl returns the favor.

"Nice to meet you CJ. Hey, we need all the help we can get if we expect to survive until help comes. C'mon, I'll take you to meet the others." Ja'Khara says.

A Grove Street Thug riding with Ballas? Heh, I guess the world truly has gone to Hell. CJ nodded. "Fine, let's get going. You seem to know what's up... What the fuck happened?" CJ asked as they started making their way back towards the house Ja'Khara had ambushed CJ from.

"Shit, I dunno. The fog came in, and these things... I don't know what the hell to call 'em, but they came out of the ground. I was with a bunch of others, and they ambushed us. We fought, we fought hard." She pulled opened the garage to the house. Inside it was a Greenwood, but the tires were blown out. attached to the underside of the car were chains, the ends of which disappeared into the wall. It seemed like the car was arranged so that it could be pulled to sitflush alongside the door, blocking it. The garage was attached to the house, and the door to the house looked simple enough.

Ja'Khara closes the garage door as Carl steps in, continuing to speak, "But bullets don't seem to do much damage to them. They swarmed us, killed almost everyone. Only three others and me managed to get away. The people they bite and kill. They come back. I think that's how they fucked us. All of San Andreas."

"And what about the National Guard? The mother fucking Army? Anything." CJ asked.

"Can't get a word out. Nothing works. Not the Internet, phones, even CB radios can't get any signals. One of the other Ballas thinks its cause of the Fog. I wouldn't be surprised." She motioned to his radio hung around his neck. "Ya might want to get rid of that thing. There's no reason in keeping it if ya can't get any channels, now is there?"

CJ shrugged. "It's a... Good luck charm."

Ja'Khara rolled her eyes. "If you say so."

CJ held up the table leg. "I think I ran into one of those things that wiped out your gang. It went down pretty easy when I beat it with this."

Ja'Khara nodded. "Yeah, we found that baseball bats and shovels and things work pretty good against them. Got the idea after seeing some white guy in an olive coat running around with a wooden stick with nails in it beating the hell out of the Things."

"Hmmm... Crazy ass white people..."

"Yeah. Anyways, those things are easy by themselves. But when they gang up on you, that's when you're fucked." Ja'Khara finally turned to the door, banging on it. "Hey! Open up! It's Ja'Khara!"

CJ leaned back against the wall, waiting. Ja'Khara seemed to be struck by a thought, turning to him. "Oh, shit... I almost forgot... Those Things weren't the only things that came out of the holes. One other did too. We've been calling him the Butcher. He's tall, about seven feet or so, and wears a rusty apron, made of metal or something. I saw him take out five Vagos, who were unloading into him with Tec-9s. It didn't even phaze him. He carries this huge... Sword like thing. The sword must be heavy because he drags it behind him, makes a loud ass scraping noise. If you ever hear a scrapping sound, run as fast as you can the other way, and hope he didn't notice you." She nods.

Finally, the door opens, two Ballas standing there looking at Ja'Khara, then their eyes turned to CJ.