Chapter 2
Not mysteriously, a gang of wild men beasts packed up against the window near the snow globe shop and they waited for 8 o’clock to strike when a dog barked like mad at the smell of bread in their pockets and the dog waited for his first meal again. Another man from the streets clicked his pistol and killed the dog in a swish. He took the dog in for its meat and he was full.
While waiting was going on, there was a fair at Atlanta. Seven sleepwalkers talked shit like zombies and they were so interested in the next opium war. Although they weren’t actually asleep, they still wore their PJ’s until they can have the decency to change up. A bartender approached them and he asked them to move away from the bar. When they evacuated, the bar exploded into bits and debris and pieces. Their official was mad since it was really his favorite and only bar they he tended to go to. However, for the spring, he would go to Florida and see Cry and his friends for a Miami swim.
Cry mused through the surf store Birt’s Ocean because he wanted to buy a surf board. It would have to be a sturdy yet able handed material one so he could take full advantage of the waves while he surfed bravely. He noticed on the aisles a purple surf board that he wanted and he decided to buy it even if it’s for 99.99 bucks. So he paid for it, or so he thought. It was because he forgot his wallet in his bedroom but he did bring one credit card. He used it and he trashed it. It was about to break anyways. He carried the hefty surf board back and he passed some movie screens. He wanted to see if he could jump over the buildings and meet his friend the official, Jason. He took 2 hours for 20 miles and then he saw his friend Jason at the amusement park. It was Disney Land. He still had his surf board, becoming luckier each moment. And later he saw his girlfriend Monica who he truly loves. He kissed her on the lips and got to the restaurant just in time for lunch. Monica and Cry ate at Formal Food and they sucked each other’s mouths until they got tired. And then the food ran out. Monica wore a body con dress with black stilettos. She was hot and crazy for life. But she was also full of strong affection. Cry took her waist and he parted with her sort of. However, he decided instead to take her home with him in his truck. She sat next to him with a wide smile.
The next day, Jason and Cry went surfing along with Monica. They all felt satisfied with the waves and how sunny the day went.
Cry took off his shirt in the bathroom and he saw another male bleeding to death. His name was Jail. He took Jail to the hospital and then Jail shrugged his shoulders at everything Cry said. Once the doctors bandaged Jail’s side, he leaped off the hospital and left for some nice casino food, for he was hungry as hell.
When the wind came, Cry knew it was the first sign of a tornado.
Chapter 3
As music blasted out of Cry’s bedroom window, he realized that his best friend was outside the door. He decided to stretch and then pull on his hoodie for the chilly day outside. Turns out, when he got to the door, something shot through the window and knocked his lamp off in the living room. Quick. Cry goes to get his gun. He sees a blind man was outside with the sniper. So he was blind. Cry decides to hop over the deck and then escape all of this thing since there’s no way his skills were as good as that man. As he ran away, he realized that someone was following him. An arrow shot across his face and he caught it. There was a note that said. Come to the Gates of Roliton Mansion or be shot in the butthole in the next 40 minutes. Who cares what you’re fucking?
Cry twisted his socks at the door of his bedroom. He pushed the door open again and again. Without the note in his hands, he wrangled his hands together in haste and pried open his eyes to watch the comedy on his computer. Shrugging his broad shoulders, he got up and quickly went to head to the Roliton Mansion. He kicked a pebble along the road, the dirty road. Before he headed good and bright to the door, which he kicked down. Wait. “You’ve come late, idiot.” A soldier stood holding a metallic torch.
“What you doing here, you all don’t belong.” Cry said under his breath.
At once, the main doors was flown open. What was happening was what was not going on because Cry’s adreline was aggrevated and he retorted to his old ways.
“You have to be quiet for once.” The guy from the main door seethed. “You always talk, talk, and talk. So now you need to shut your mouth and be a straight ass.”
“Oh.” Cry settled down, but he was unnerved. He placed his figure on the chair. But he was too smart for the next attack. He ducked way before the three-some bullets passed behind his ear. He was about to turn to leave, before he skinheadly asked for some cold beverage. He was given a cold vodka, which he took willingly and left the bold mansion. Before he kept their secret, he wondered what they were doing. But he was smart and yet when next winter came, he resorted back to his wolf like ways.
The pack stumbled into the mountains and they stayed there for a while. But when Cry came down, the Roliton Mansion was gone and all that was left of it other then the city was a post sign. He wondered where the people went too. There was way too many females and the men were distant from the rest.
He made his way again as usual and into this civilized world, he fit in, out of will. As he grabbed his grocery bags near the front door of his apartment, he felt a slight pull of his mind to the aquarium. And there he went. He met his old friend who was tainted with old age. His old friend sat in his weird wheelchair and fake teeth. He waved at him, Cry, and wheeled closer. “Hey.”
“It’s you, Nomby.”
“Yah, I flew from Miami to here. So Cry, I hope you deserve a nice trip. Maybe I’ll find you again.”
When Cry got tired of his old name, he changed it to Growl. He told everyone he knew that he was the cemetery maker of all time. He was so in his own life elsewhere. That hat he wore, he threw away. But as he could have gained advantage in badness, he would win with a score; throw on the power ranger of the ground in his own head. He told the cow to moan. A black jet dagger was found.
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