Dakota found it quicker than she was expecting to. All she had to do was ask a couple of fourth graders that were passing around a joint, where they got it from. As sick and twisted as it may be, young kids doing drugs wasn't uncommon these days. Hell, she had even seen a five year old drinking whiskey!
She couldn't really blame them, though. They were doing it for the same reason she was, to try to forget. Sadly, it didn't always work.
She walked the short distance to the house the fourth graders had directed her to. It was a nice house, she had to admit. It was a big, sturdy built brick house that looked a little run-down ever since the FAYZ started, but it was in way better condition than her garbage filled house.
She knocked on the large, wooden door. No answer. So, she knocked again. Still, no answer.
She was sure this was the right house. But why would she trust a bunch of high ten year olds any- BANG! –way? What the hell was that? BANG! The noise sounded like it was coming from the backyard. BANG! BANG! BANG!
This was definitely not helping her hangover. She covered her ears with her hands and went to check out what was happening. She rounded the corner of the house and her mouth literally dropped open. A boy that was made of, what looked like wet gravel was beating the shit out of an old, rusty car. So, this must be the infamous Orc, she thought. She had heard kids talk about him. They called him "rock man", but she thought they were exaggerating. And they were definitely not exaggerating.
"ORC! Orc, man! You need to calm down!" Some boy screamed, though her view was obscured as to see who it was.
"I SAID, BEER ME!" Orc roared out. He was obviously on a drunken rampage.
"Orc! We're almost out, man! You need to calm down!" the voice said again.
Howard's POV
Orc was drunk again. Except this time it was worse. He was apparently pissed off that Howard wouldn't give him another beer. He was pretty much destroying everything he could find, he had already broke the kitchen table in half and beat the refrigerator to a useless piece of junk. Well, not that it wasn't already, they couldn't use it ever since that dumbass, Caine shut off the power at the power pla- BANG!-nt.
"Orc! We're almost out, man! You need to calm down!" he screamed out again, hoping he would listen this time. Although he knew it was a waste, there was no way that would happen.
"Please calm down, man!" Howard said, stepping closer to the drunken monster and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Please," he said, softer this time. They were both completely oblivious to the girl that's heart was slowly and agonizingly breaking behind them.
Orc turned to face him and Howard saw the look of sadness and despair in his best friend's eyes. He knew this meant the rampage was over. For now, at least. He knew this meant he was going to pass out. And soon. "Hey, let's get you inside. Okay?" Orc nodded and they made their way inside.
It was like this every day. Orc drinks. He gets drunk. He starts smashin' stuff. Howard tries to calm him down, and fails. Orc passes out. Repeat. Oh, the joys of the FAYZ.