Disclaimer: First chapter

AN: Hey y'all, how're y'all doin'? Sorry for the short update, I've been revising the template I made for this story and trying to make it better. I'll do my best to make the next one longer. College homework is kinda kicking my ass, but I will do my best to make the next one better

Parabellum

Chapter 1

I decided to find a job so I would not take advantage of Johnny's kindness, and generate a source of income to pay him back.

Easier said than done, however, because most of the establishments promoted sexual proclivities, drug sale, and distribution, or weapons dealing.

I was walking along the streets armed with my holstered pistol and pocket knife, bringing the others would have been a bit much as well as difficult to conceal. Not to mention, there was no reason to start a conflict in a place I just arrived and would likely be my home forever.

There was a lull in the air, because of the recent extermination that happened yesterday. The usual hustling and bustling of city life was nothing more than silence. I looked around at the faces of the people around me, and they were blank; the thoughts plaguing their mind most likely of who survived.

I came across a small fast-food chain, aptly named Hell's Kitchen. The employees were busy mopping and bleaching the floors to get rid of the blood, broken furniture was scattered everywhere. The glass windows were shattered, the shards of glass were swept as best as they could, the only area I could see that wasn't too affected was the cash registry and the kitchens behind it.

"You need something?" I turned around and saw a short woman with deer antlers dressed in what looked to be the uniform of this place.

"You need help?" I ask out of courtesy, she raised an eyebrow.

"You work here?" I shook my head no.

"Then no." I took this opportunity to ask.

"You hiring?" She looked at me again and blandly replied, "No. If there ain't nothin' else, fuck off."

"Thank you." I nod toward her and turn away from the restaurant, back to square one.

/Johnny's/

I got back to Johnny's place, tired from the fruitless job hunting. Tomorrow would be another opportunity.

I open the door, I sigh in frustration and promptly slumped onto the couch. Maybe I could ask Johnny for a recommendation?

"Oh, hey, you're back. Any luck finding work?" I turn my head to look at Johnny, a blank look evident on my facial features.

"Guess not, huh? There's a place down the street that I could give you directions to, maybe you could try tomorrow?" He prompts, I nod at him.

"Thanks." He smiles and gestures behind him.

"Come on, I got dinner ready. Steak."

/I.M.P. Headquarters/

I took Johnny's offer and went down there first thing in the morning, albeit quite skeptical. The billboard that announced the name of the city, which was Imp City, was droll in terms of the color of the red neon letters and the brick wall it was attached to. The location of the establishment Johnny gave me directions to in and of itself was cliche, the building was in disarray and looked to be in shambles, with barely any signs of any inhabitants. Two large protuberances in the form akin to that of very large horns were very noticeable and blunt, in that they were the first structure of the building that would catch the eye, an alternating pattern of black and white. The building was several stories tall, a dull shade of black, as well as cracks that ran throughout it, making me question the structural integrity and wonder how it was still standing. Only one row of glass windows was lit a dull red, meaning that there were indeed inhabitants in this rickety, plain building.

I approached the door with an air of caution, although the building was destitute, there was nothing to be certain of in terms of safety.

I push the door open, and notice that the only lit up hallway was one that led to the only lit up floor. My eyebrow raised at the running cliches that seemed to be pathetically normal.

I walk out and see a hallway with multiple rooms. Lo and behold, the only establishment was IMP. I open the door and walk in to be greeted to the sight of a scantily clad female woman resembling that of a wolf, looking to be around her late teens. She was reading a magazine, Hellhound Monthly, aptly named, no doubt her pastime via unproductive means meaning that this establishment didn't have frequent customers.

"Hi, welcome to the I.M.P., what can we help you with today?" The woman plainfully asked, still reading the magazine and obviously still in her late teens if what she wore was anything to go by.

"Is your boss currently hiring?" She looked up, looked at me, and raised an eyebrow.

"What kinda job you lookin' for?"

"Any."

"So what, like a fuckin' janitor?"

"..." She raises a skeptical eyebrow, wondering if I was dumb or dumber than she thought I was.

"Fine, whatever. Hey Blitz! We gotta guy lookin' for a job application!" She yelled in the general direction of whoever this was.

"Huh? Send his sorry ass in here!" I heard a voice yell back.

"Go into the hallway, and it's the first door on the left."

"Thank you." I nod in her direction and follow her instructions. I open the door to see someone with large horns longer than their head, anatomically impossible, but I digress. He was dressed in victorian style-esque clothing and was shorter than me by at least two feet.

"You the fucker that wants a job?" How quaint.

"Yeah."

"Like what, a fuckin janitor? What?"

"Anything at this point." He raised an eyebrow at that.

"Fuck it, you're hired. You're the janitor and whatever the fuck I need you to be when I say. Got it?"

"Yes sir, thank you, sir." I put my hand out for a handshake, one that...Blitz was it?...took and enthusiastically shook.

"One more thing, this company is a huge fuckin' family. You need anything, just ask."

"Will do." Maybe.

"When can you start?" I raise an eyebrow at that.

"How 'bout now?"

AN: Again, I'll try and make the next chapter longer, this is a crap update, but hopefully the next one will be to y'all's liking.