Author Topic: Highler Ridge :: Rebirth  (Read 18524 times)

"Hey, uh..
wanna buy some weed?"

I turn around the corner as well, aiming the shotgun at the other guy.

          "You talkin to th' wron' mon for sellin'.  N' drop th' rifles."

"Kill me, and the boss is gonna be all over your ass. Steal my stuff, the boss is gonna be on your ass. I suggest we both go our seperate ways. It's obvious both of our groups are escaping the cops, so let's just let the other pass and we can both not get caught."
I slowly lower my Mossberg and look at Ed.

"You must not know my family. I don't give a stuff. Put your loving guns down."

"uh..
you put your guns down."

Now, after all this time, it was finally time. I was going to get that garage. I had to evict all of the current patrons first, however. I had the perfect idea. First, I had to head down to the poopy part of Goodyear, right under the bridge to Daltine. It was a crappy old garage, big parking area out front, right below the bridge, waterfront property. It was all I could ever want. Motorcycles lined up right in front, nobody around. Everyone must be inside. Perfect. I kick open the front door and walk inside like I own the place. "This building is MINE now, all of you, out." I yell, all the bikers staring at me. "But this is OUR garage." one of the bikers yell back. "You don't actually own this building. I just purchased it in an auction up town. It's mine now, and I'm turning it into an ACTUAL garage." I respond. The bikers just look at each other. "Well where do we go now? We need a place for our bike club!" the biker says to his buddies. "I know just the place for you guys."
CLANG CLANG CLANG.
"WHAT IS IT NOW?" the man shouts at me. "I think I found you some friends." I tell him, pointing at the top of the stairs. He opens the door and peeks out, spotting the bikers. "A biker gang?" he asks. "Club." I answer.
Now my buddy had a group to help him turn the fight club into a clubhouse, the bikers had a better place to hang out, and I had my garage. To be honest, I expected a lot more death with that situation. The bikers left me at my new garage after packing up some of their things.
I finally had a place to hang out.

          "I dun' care who ya' boss is, he dun' know me.  Now put th' guns down n' we'll let ya' live.  You try anyt'ing n' I'll put a bullet t'rough ya' chest."

NAME | Matthew Azul
LOCA | Goodyear
ACTN |Look down.
INVT | Wallet with about $200 in it and the basic stuff like a drivers license, etc, a badge with my ID on it, all that.
OBJV | Nothing really.

I woke up, Patches was still curled up by me, sleeping, it was probably, i dunno, near evening? It was still raining. I walked outside, put on my police uniform jacket, and that was probably the only thing I had on that involved my uniform. I had on a white shirt and jeans, then my police jacket and normal shoes. Oh well, they didn't match but who cares. I got into my own car and drove off to a Wal-Mart that was nearby. I parked, went inside, went and got a shopping cart and listened slightly to the song that was playing from the speakers above. I pushed my cart around, got cat litter, went over to a snack isle and got some popcorn and other snacks like chips, then went over to the frozen meat isle and got some more stuff, then went over and got pizza from the frozen goods isle and then got drinks like Pepsi and others, then bottled waters, then I went over and got some yogurt and then went over to the vegetable place and got things like broccoli and cucumbers, then got a jar of pickles and went over to the checkout and began to check out my items.

          "I dun' care who ya' boss is, he dun' know me.  Now put th' guns down n' we'll let ya' live.  You try anyt'ing n' I'll put a bullet t'rough ya' chest."
I put the Mossberg on the ground and put my hands up.

"Oh, so we're doing that." I slowly place my gun on the ground. "You sure you don't want to buy any weed?"

"Toss your guns over here along with all your ammunition."

"Toss your guns over here along with all your ammunition."
I kick my Mossberg over. I then drop the shells on top of it.

I underhand some of my ammo over to them and kick over my gun.

          "Good mon," I said, walking forward to collect the munitions.  I holstered my Colt, holding onto the AK.  I shouldered it, and took aim back at... well, not Mossberg anymore.  "Alright, against th' wall, the' bot of ya', and nothin' funny."