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“A price?” Okami said. He turned to Ryan and gave him a confused look.
“What value does money possibly have for you right now?” Felicia asked forcefully.
“No. That's not what I meant,” Ryan said quickly. “You see, where I get my supplies, it's this abandoned warehouse. The problem is, it's located in the eastern part of town.,” Ryan said.
“The eastern part? Dammit, like we didn't have enough problems.” Riker muttered.
“Wait, what's the problem here, I don't understand,” Dave said. He sat up in his seat.
“That's right,” Punk chimed in. “You were pretty much just wandering around, right? Well, it's no wonder you don't know this, but the concentration of refugees there is, well, more than what we're comfortable with, which is why we stay towards the edge of town. What's worse is, the law doesn't exist anymore. There's no type of enforcement, so gangs there are very violent.”
Okami sighed. “We figured we may have to leave our comfort zone soon. We have weapons, and we don't really have a choice. We can go there.
“Guys, we seriously need to talk about something else, too,” Riker said. He kept his eyes on the road, but his chin was slightly elevated. “This is New York, and winter is coming. It's gonna get cold as hell here. We have to find fuel for a fire. We're also low on gas. Ryan, that's your name right? This place of yours, it's got gas?”
“Uhh, I don't remember, I mean, it might.”
“It's worth checking out,” Felica said. “So, we need to get gas, materials for fire, food and some kind of clothes to keep warm.”
“I don't know about clothes,” Ryan said. “I never saw anything of the sort there. Though I often left quickly due to the gangs.”
Punk looked out the window. “Should we go now?”
“Might as well,” Felicia said. “We don't know how long our gas will last, and we only have enough food for about a week. With Ryan and Dave joining us, it'll be even less. We also need to fill up gas, you never know when we might need the car.”
“Speaking of gas,” Dave started. We ran into a problem at the hospital. We took care of the it, but it could mean trouble later.”
“But like Dave just said, we took care of them. We wrecked their car with one of 'em inside and the other one was practically killed with a defibrillator.”
“He's might not be dead,” Dave said flatly.
“Did any of them follow you?” Felicia asked urgently.
“Of course not. Like we said, one of 'em is in a wrecked car, and the other is laying in a hospital, probably drooling.”
“Still though. I'm not too comfortable with this. We're going to have to be much more careful from now on,” Punk said. “You never know who's out there.”
As the group drove and discussed their current situation, a car pulled up to a gate. Inside of the gate was a building. Candle light flowed from the broken windows. A man opened the gate and walked up to the car. Inside of the car, a man sat in the front seat. He wore a white T-shirt and jeans, both dirty. His brown hair and mustache were messy. On the rearview mirror, a playing card hung from a yellow string. The card was a red diamond. In the backseat, the two men from the hospital was slumped together.
“Got someone the boss just might want to see,” the man said.
The man who exited through the gate nodded and let him drive in. He then shut the gate and stood near it.
The man in the car drove into a garage. Inside was a large bald man with a blonde beard. The man shut the car engine off and got out. He shut the door. In the back, one of the men groaned.
“Lawson, get the boss here pronto. We have trouble.”
Lawson, the big man, looked into the back seat and blew air through his teeth. He shook his head and left the garage. A few minutes later, Lawson returned with another man. The man was fairly tall and wore a red button up shirt. The sleeves on the open shirt were rolled up. Underneath, he had on a simple black tank top. The front of the top was tucked behind a large belt buckle.
“What seems to be the problem, Darius?”
“This. Looks like these two ran into some problems. I went to the hospital to check and see why these two weren't back yet. I found Steve laying down in a room unconscious. I found the other one in the street against the wrecked car they left in. I doubt he's gonna make it,” the man, Darius said.
The man with the tattoo folded his arms. “He wrecked one of our cars anyway, so he's dead weight to me, even more so in this state. Alright, dispatch two of our guys to the armory, I want him back here. As for Steve here, take him inside. When he comes to, we're gonna find out what happened and find the people who did this. Darius, we're at war.”
