4 days after call

If it was one thing that Jackson loves, it was cars, and if there was another thing that he loved, it was women. So what happens when combine a sexy prostitute inside a amazing looking muscle car while drinking fine bourbon?

Heaven. It was called heaven.

Of course, he hadn't planned the hobo surprising their intimate moment, especially banging on the window like he wanted some action. Desperately.

The sick looking hobo kept banging on the window of his Bravado S, trying to actually break his window. As of now his companion what's starting to let out screams as he banged louder against the window. As soon as it got a crack, he decided to let out an angered shout.

"What the fuck! You're gonna pay old man!" Jackson got out his Combat pistol and shot the invader a few times against the window. The same time the prostitute was was shrieking at the top of her lungs as the bullets rang out. "Be quiet! Stop screaming!" He shouted out in anger, which the whore replied.

"Oh yeah?! This is gonna cost you extra you bastard!"

"Fine!" He started the car and started to drive off from under Del Perro pier. In the process, he ran over the sick homeless person. He drove until he reached Rockford Hills, where the prostitute told him to drop her off.

Before she got out of the car, she waited for something else. "I want $500."

"$500?" He asked shocked.

"Be lucky I'm not asking for more. You endangered my life. You know what? I want 800." She said, deadpanned and looking at him straight into his eyes. A mumbled "fine" was all that came from the dark man, and he handed her a wad of money.

"Pleasure doing business with ya." She chuckled out.

He drove away as soon as she closed the door. He was gonna go to Auto Shop to get his window fixed, and wash of any blood on his car. He drove in and greeted the asian man at his table and told him what needed to be fixed. Another $800 flooded down the drain as he waited for his car to be fixed.

Jacksons mind went to the homeless man. As he remembered it, the guy was, off. He didn't seem right, light he had been sick or something. The way he looked at them, his bloodshot eyes were just hungry or him and his companion. It was just strange.

He didn't know if this was some type of new flu that seemed to affect everyone, he wasn't as connected to the news as everyone else. Lester had called him earlier the week about something that seemed important, but he ignored it. Lester usually knew this kind of new drug, zombie, disease shit that creepily no one else knows.

"Hey Jack, your car is good as new!" The repairman said across the garage, next to the new and repaired Bravado. "Alright man, thanks for the help." He got into the car and drove to his apartment in Tinsel Towers. He decided while in his couch to hit up his good buddy Lester. The phone rang and rung and ringed, and Jackson was about to hang up before Lester answered the damn phone.

"Well if it isn't one of my creepy, silent friend, what can I do you for?"

"Funny L. I called to see what that call earlier in the week was about. Can you tell me what it was about?"

Lester's voice went from a happy to a worrying pitch. "Oh, about that..."

"Yeah?"

"That call was to anyone and everyone I have as a personal contact to either leave or get prepared for some shit that's gonna happen." Lester was getting to the good stuff now. "A zombie apocalypse scenario thing is gonna happen, I called everyone once I found out about some "testing" that the biolab was doing, it got out of hand and now it's gonna be everywhere, they tried their best to cover it up but it seems that it's spreading."

Jackson simply breathed into the cellphone, in absolute disbelief about the news that was unveiled.

"That's the breathing I know," Lesters voice interrupted his awe, "if you survive, give me a visit."

4 days after call

The music at the La Vagin was blasting all over the interior. Partiers and visitors were getting drunk and basically having sex on the dancefloor( it happened before, it wouldn't be so surprising if it did again.) while drunk men and women groped the waitresses in their skimpy uniforms. The strippers at the stage were being hollered at, and the bartenders were operating as fast as they can to meet up the drinking quota.

For Felix, this was just an average day at the office. Or his stand, that is.

Felix was the DJ at this particular club, he had seen it all, vomit, blood, ejaculate, drugs, urine, and feces, and a terrible heroin orgy gone wrong. He was use to seeing this type of stuff.

The DJ who was at his stand had decided to tell the audience one thing before retiring for the night. "What's up Los Santos, we got a favorite on to play tonight, give it up for DJ LX CUST!"

The audience gave a large round of applause and "woo's" before Felix grabbed the mic. "Hey everyone! Hope y'all are ready to get turned up! Let's parrrrtttttttyyyyy!" Another round of applause shook the building when Felix put in an original DeadMau5 remix he made.

The heavy rave music lasted through the entire night, people getting drunk and doing some unspeakable things to each other, and the usual security escort. Felix was sipping his drink looking out at the crowd.

Can't believe I have this job, Felix thought, i get play MY music for everyone to hear! Grandad would die if he saw me now.

A low growl came from outside the door to his little booth, he turned around and saw the DJ who retired for the night, Duke was his stage name, besides that he knew nothing other that he likes Indie type dubstep. He looked drunk, very drunk. His appearance was just a sickly vibe that seemed to take over his entire body. Felix decided to ask if he was fine, "Uh, hey man, are you okay? Do you need anything or?"

No response.

He slowly started to limp towards his direction and and let out an animalistic groan. Felix starts to reach for his hidden brass knuckles in his pocket.

"Hey man, don't get any closer." Felix warned, but the other DJ paid no heed. He let out an ominous growl before lunging at him. Felix reacted quickly enough and got his brass knuckles out and punched directly in the attackers nose.

Felix heard the sounds of bone snapping and the unsatisfactory feel of breaking and pushing the bone. His attacker went limp and fell against him.

"Kono yarou..." he muttered. He called security and they "escorted" the dead body to the back alley, and left him there for the rats.

Felix had killed assholes like these, he had a small part time job as a criminal, but it wasn't a career choice, he just needed some extra money to he'll himself. It always involved killing some dude. After the incident, he decided it was best if he headed home for the night.

When he reached his home, he layed on his bed while his cat had made its way to his room. "Hey there, Lucy, how its going?" He reached down to stroke his cat when it attacked him, causing him to mutter something in japanese.

The feline attacked reminded him of what happened at the club just minutes before. The other DJ had attacked him, and he hardly knew this dude. He assumed he was just drunk off his ass, but as he remembered he notice different details. His coworker had looked sickly, and had deeply bloodshot eyes. His breathing was hard and heavy, and he just grumbled at the floor, like he was lost or something.

Felix didn't want to think about the incident anymore, he needed to sleep.

That night he didn't sleep.

A/N: sorry this took so long to upload! I probably guess you guys weren't too worried, playing the new heist and all, I can't play because my xbox is too damaged to read my very badly scratched disc, I bought it for download a while ago but I still don't have a flash drive or hard drive that can hold enough memory :(

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