"After five years on the East Coast, it's time to go home." CJ was telling himself this as he entered a taxi towards Grove Street. While he was sitting in the passanger seat the driver looked towards him.
'The fuck….' CJ thought to himself as he was looking at some sort of officer but instead of the traditional blue outfit, he was wearing a purple outfit with a mustache and suspiciously light glowing white eyes.
CJ thought the dude was high.
"Hey man, you ok?"
"So…. You are the new guy… Good luck pal you are going to need it."
"The fuck is that supposed to mean you-" Just before CJ could respond a white flash covered his eyes which caused him to black out.
…
When CJ woke up he felt something was off.
When he stood up he looked at his surroundings and CJ was shocked.
"What the fuck…." CJ was mumbling as he viewed a forest that was dead and a cliff which had RED water instead of normal water.
CJ thankfully saw a building although it was far away.
CJ then realized something.
The cab driver and cab were gone. Thankfully, his bags were still with him filled with his weapons, clothes, etc.
CJ began to walk towards the building while dragging his bags hoping to find some help to get him the fuck out of this crazy place.
'Man…. I wonder what Sweet is going to think about this shit…. And my sister…. FUCK. This is some bull-
"LOOK OUT!"
CJ had been so absorbed in his sulking that he had no time to react to approaching bicycle. With a yelp and a "FUCK" he collided with the bike.