Chapter ten:
Murder City
It wasn't long before Christian noticed he was running out of money. He was desperate, useless. He was out of money in a city of murder and riots. Christian sat alone at midnight, while Gloria slept. To cheer himself up, he read some comic strips, but his laughter was empty and without reason. He tossed aside the paper. "We're so pathetic." He walked around the apartment. Gloria woke up to use the bathroom, but upon approaching the door, she heard Christian sobbing. She didn't know what to do. She was stressed, after having a horrid nightmare of Christian dying. She stepped out on the fire escape and lit up a cigarette. "We've come so far." Christian stood there behind Gloria, his face red. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it. "We're nearly broke. I'm gonna start looking for a job, but for now, I'm gonna start spare changing down by the med." Gloria was even more stressed now. "But you look too young and healthy. Spare change down by the GAP where the yuppie college kids shop. I'll also start looking for a job. I'm pretty sure I can grt a spot at the local drug store."
"Gloria, your positive outlook really keeps me going sometimes."