text: You're a murderer.
  
  Running head first into that place and blasting everything to hell. Raiding the detention center just to get a few kills on those who raped and pushed your crush to suicide doesn't seem like a good idea after all. You're not even her type to bother, you should just have left them rotting in jail instead. Now you got yourself rows and rows of police forces chasing after you and there is no such thing like a way back. You're brown bread to the eyes of your loved ones now, and you gotta make a run for it. Whenever you see a turn, you can only hope that it doesn't lead to a dead end.
  
  That phone call should have never reached you. Crazy love, you blame all the things you've done to it. It forced you to flee your office, turned your mind into a madman and put that thing on your hand. After that, it was only chaos. You were gonna going to end your life when the flame inside died out...but didn't...and you still can't find the courage.
  
  "PULL OVER!!! PULL OVER NOW!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!! I'M GOING TO SHOOT YOU!!!"
  
  They finally talk with bullets huh? Maybe you should focus on stepping on the gas instead of having random flashbacks.
  > shoot them, it's self-defense!
  You're not surrounded so it'll be a real pain in the ass for them to even get a clear shot on you unless you stick your head out like a sore thumb. The tires though, immediately get your fingers fondling over to the stockpile of mass bloodshed you got straight from market. Unlocking the safety, you sprayed a barricade of piercing bullets with the friendly-user Uzi towards them. You don't dare to look, too nerve-retching and you can't afford to waste your focus on the road.
  
  "THEY'RE FIRING AT US!!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! CALLING FOR SUPPORT!! HOLD THEM UP!!!"
  
  So they think there are accomplices involved? Man, that would have been very comforting at a time like this. This stuff is the thing that you can only see on movies, not experiencing it in real life and you can't have the fortune to share it with anyone...at least you'll have everyone wanting you in custody till death after this, a nice bonus for a loner like you.
  
  It looks like your firepower struck them as the deadly stuffs, they pull over and start to station in one place, aiming solely at your buggy and throwing rounds as you speed up to oblivion. You're safe...at least for now. From a runaway, you've became a wanderer. The future ain't going to got any lights for you but you'll have to bear with that, you just have to. You don't want to die. No matter how much the world spy on your fear or judge you, you will not die on this small world.
  
  ... Looking through the door and feeling all the wonderful sensations the wind let you enjoy, you seize your mind back in its origin, a calm and successful mind.
  
  "Ha...Haah hah hahh! A hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" You fake the laugh of a psychopath to let all the tears built up inside fly along, waving your brows in every fit. "...hahaha...damn..."
  
  You had sat there, laughing exactly like this just 2 hours ago, it more likely was belonged to a maniac, the one who put a bullet through a helpless person and cracked up in awe as his lover guided him towards the next targets. Revenge is never meant to be sweet, but it sure feels great afterward! Rocking the flow of blood in your veins, you drive through the clearing, followed by rains of falling leaves marking your exit.
  > need a smoke after all of that first...
  You are John Namour, 28 years old, a normal secretary from some wealthy company which tries so hard to maintain its image that you have to question if all of your hard works really paid off working there. It's only thanks to Laura that you could enjoy your days signing sheets.
  
  A real beauty, she was...she was so naive, the things she could do sometimes. The opportunity of you getting to hold a conversation with her was like the Solar System lining up straightly. 21 vs 28, you thought you'd had your chance someday, assuming you could improve yourself into a braver, better man to give her the ring. You tried your best to understand her mind, her standing, her habits...by yourself. Hell! You even bought and gave expensive jewelries to her mother and her sister. Winning your soon-to-be-lovely-wife's family is your first...and your last affection.
  
  Your boss just couldn't allow it, could he?  What a friendly bunch of meatdrops he had in store for young women. You knew something was wrong when you saw that fucker's smug sweep at her. Just when things could have gotten any worse, Laura hung herself in her room. The moment her mother read the first word of her suicidal note to you over the phone, you were downright demonic. Instead of assuaging her, you scared her and everyone off with your sudden loud tone, demanding a clear explanation. The rest of the writing was about you, how you've cared for her and her family. You drew your first blood afterward.
  
  "...hahhhh..." You blow a few smoke off your lungs, a burning nicotine stick between your fingers. "Useless...doesn't do a damn thing..."
  
  You are not made to love her, you're a hot-headed psychopath and you cringe at the thought of you abusing her. Before, you were writing paper and now, those fingers nearly mark you as a dangerous crackshot, an inspirational killer to the news and an idea living target practice for weapon maniacs.
  
  'Now is a good time to quit.' You think, looking at the remains of the cigarette before throwing the entire pack down to the road. '...I-I can't...I don't want to die.'
  
  A place where you can temperately settle down for a bit and hide from the eyes of media is crucial to you. Speaking of media, you have a thought of buying a mini TV to keep an eye on your case. You can bet your life on the police shooting you on sight right now. Mass shootout at the local and getting out alive, how much luck can you have?
  
  One thing for sure, a trip to another country even though it seems like a good idea, you're not sure about the possibility of you getting on one without asking for an arrest. You don't even know if it's safe to buy some breads from a mere bakery. The more you think about it, the more you realize how deep the grave you have dug for yourself.
  
  Killing some rapists bastards...You should never expect society to forgive them or you. What a terrible crime you've committed!...You miss your home, your family. But you can't contact them, the cops will track your location, too risky and certainly isn't worth it. They probably are cursing themselves for having raised a murderer right now.
  
  ...Besides, you can't even call for anyone if you want anyway.
  > drive to another town
  TV...checked.
  
  Sunglasses...checked.
  
  Trench coat...Unnecessary but you couldn't just leave your skinny bones out, it has doubled your luck and your appearance to be unique...Also checked.
  
  Good thing your face hasn't really hit the mark of any media type out there yet, but your time is running out. Lying low will have to be in another place, a safe and secure one far away from here.
  
  You check the plate covering your gas meter and see that it still got 2/3 left. You have to stock on some large litters to cross the border. The nearest place to refill would be...about 15 miles from here, not really hard to come by and if they try something funny, your guns will do the job. You decide to go there.
  
  ...Hmm? It's nearly night time. Anytime now...
  
  You have arrived at a gas station. There are only a few local houses and shops nearby, an empty place and probably not in any urban business. 
  > buy it legally
  You carefully stopped your car in an isolated place and quickly wrap your firearms inside a bag, not forgetting to cover it with a large blanket and hide it in the corner of you before driving straight into the yard. The lights are starting to shine the area.
  
  "A full refill! And I'd like to have 5 cans of fuel please." You speak to the one who is cleaning the equipment from your seat, a middle age man comes to you.
  
  "Wow, you are a big spender, aren't you?!" He says, opening the cover. "May I ask where ya going?"
  
  "That..depends." You response, already prepared for a conversation. "I'm heading to a friend and I heard that there are many byways so I think I'll stock some before I depart.
  
  "Yeah, that's about right." He says, pumping your gasoline. "You'd better step it up if rocks on the road found yer."
  
  "Rocks on the road?"
  
  "You haven't heard?  Apparently there has been a bunch of fools riding their bikes and hijacking any car they find around these places. Drop a few prices at Black Market I bet."
  
  What kind of joke is this? Escaping the police chase and having a biker gang waiting for you in your next run, your life can't never be anymore playful than now.
  
  "It's nearly dark too." The man snaps you out of your thinking. "Maybe ya should stay the night here, it's too dangerous to travel at this hour."
  
  "Has there been anyone dealing with this gang?" You ask in hope for a safe route. "Anyone at all?"
  
  "Nope. Bastards got busted a few times but another just raises and repeats like generating task. That's that then, they will never be done."
  
  Well, aren't that just the thing you need? Turn back now and the cops might not let you go again, advance and take the risk of losing four wheels may cost you your life also. You cannot afford to wait here either, the news is going to spread and letting your guard down at a time this...So much mayhem for you to take.
  
  Challenge the law enforcer or the nasty gang? You're in deep trouble, a really, really deep trouble.
  > stay the night
  Tick...tick...tick...
  
  You've been staring at your watch for nearly an hour and there isn't any sign of stopping. Normally you'd take a shot to calm your nerve since you deciding to enter the bar but the mood here failed to meet your taste. It's too quiet, too eerie at the time. Maybe it has something to do with the place itself as the bartender doesn't particularly enjoy any conversation with visitors just like you.
  
  Who designed this place? No wonder why there are so few people setting their boots here. You cannot find any positive point except for the waitress, a hot brunette who unfortunately doesn't appear to be working properly, she nearly spilled the entire claret on another customer without apologizing. Good thing kindness is still among some people these day.
  
  "Oh, Laura..." You sigh at yourself, pulling your forehead. "Why did you have to leave?"
  > get out of here
  You're slowly deteriorating and you need a fresh bite to eat. Without any hesitation, you make your way towards the food stall across the street. It will take more than a cheap meal to satisfy your hunger.
  
  ...
  
  Hmm, the inside is not so bad, better than the shitty bar for sure. They got clean table clothes, beautiful decoration and most importantly, more people. You'd give it an above average rating if it wasn't for the space in here, a bit too narrow to move. You quickly come to the counter and order your dinner. A pancetta with fried eggs covered in hot sauce and an applepie as dessert seem like a great stomach filler for you.
  
  You find a seat and make yourself comfortable as you wait for your meal. You silently hope that this wouldn't become your last time eating outside.
  
  "Wah HAH!!"
  
  That sudden loud and squeaky yell from behind nearly scares you to death. How can you be so defenseless at a time like this? You turn around to see a school-grader boy who is focusing on your mini device.
  
  "A mini TV! It's just like in the game!!" Very enthusiastic and eager, he says while searching inside her bag and then shoves a small looking object to you. Upon looking, you see that it's a Nintendo DS. "Are you a Pokemon instructor?"
  
  "...Wa-what? What the...?" You start to sprout nonsense at the flashing screen before you as it changes to a different one with each button the boy is pressing. It's one of those Pokemon games for the DS, been selling high among youngsters and does not have any sign to stop.
  
  "Mr?"
  
  "Uhh..." You have put up with a lot of things today but for the first time, you're actually speechless at this.
  
  "Pip! Pip! You found someone?" And now it's the girl, who is also a school grader, to join the little trainer pestering around your coat. Goodness! Now you've realized that the light giving off by the portable TV inside the coat is attracting their curiosity, you have been hearing it constantly to check the news. And from what you can see from the boy's 2 screens machine, you can see what has grabbed his attention.
  > pokemon...sounds nice
  You are not particularly into video games nowaday but it sure doesn't hurt to relax and play with them for a bit. You haven't played any of their Pokemon games but you still remember the show you were always watching as a kid.
  
  "What's this game, little fellow?" You get your glasses out and casually ask the game's name from the boy, interested.
  
  "Poom!" He spat an unnecessary but delightful slang before speaking. "It's Pokemon FireRed! My favorite of any kind!!"
  
  "Everyday you just want to play it all the time!" The girl adds to his statement, making a quality prospectus for this game.
  
  They seem so happy when it comes to this subject, you have the thought that you might be the only person in this town who has ever spoken openly to them. Considering how empty it is, not a surprise.
  
  "Do you want to see my collection?" She says sitting down right next to you, not bothered by the fact that she's with a stranger, a creepy stranger you might add. "Come on Pip! You too."
  
  "So, what's all about, your collection?" You say, eager to know about them.
  
  "Hold on...Here!" The girl put a bunch of colorful cards from that orange bag of hers on your table and continues. "Straight from the show and the game, I got them all!" The cards are all fully organized and you can almost see the light reflecting on the surfaces, a nice deck of Pokemon cards.
  
  "It's a nice deck. May I see them?"
  
  "Please, mister!!!" Aww! How could someone not wanting to talk with these little darlings? They're so full of life and adorable. 
  
  Having the owner agreement, you reach for the deck and...Wow! you can still recognize most of them! You actually feel something warm inside you when you pick one by one and tell them the name of each Pokemon, the feeling from your innocent days, the love you've had for what you enjoyed. You are still a normal human being like everyone else.
  
  ...You've just realised something. You, a shade-wearing man cloaked in trentcoat, are catching most of the few attentions and you clearly do not want that to happen. A friendly stranger who wants to have a little chat with some random kids, that'll raise some eyes. You'd better have to act like a Pokemon maniac in this situation. Man, how you really want to have your food be right here for you, the sooner the better.
  
  "Hey mister, do you collect Pokemon cards?" The boy, Pip is what she called, asks you out of the blue while you are trying to drive yourself completely into those Pocket Monsters.
  
  "No...Not right now at least." You mumble, not really knowing what to say.
  
  "Eh?! Why not?" Both of them speak up, they have caught you red-handed. Ok...What can you tell them? You cannot tell them that it's just for kids, that's ridiculous but hey! Maybe that will give them the sign to stop now.
  > tell them it's for kid
  "Young master!...And miss Jenny! What are you two doing??!" Just when you're about to say something, a grumpy yet elegant voice comes to you across the dining place. You turn around to see a huge guy tucked in a classy black tuxedo dragging himself towards your table. "Please stay away from that man!" Finally, someone with common sense and willingness to act in this forsaken town...and he doesn't seem to be the type you want to mess with.
  
  "Eww! Manny the Orge, what??" The girl who now known as Jennifer nearly gives a shriek at the sight of him. "Let's go to another room!" Alongside with her, Pip is already fleeing.
  
  "Who are you?! You didn't do anything to them, did you???" Wow! This guy is fast, completely contradicted to his mountainous figure. And his voice has gone into a raging fit waiting to release on you. He grabs your collar and shouts directly at your face, nearly giving you a heart attack. "You prick!!! What did you do???"
  
  Then without waiting for an answer, he throws a punch at you!
  > block with your hands
  You try your best to get your butt off the chair as quick as possible to stand but the blow is still making contact when you raise both of your palms! You manage to drive his punch to your forehead by just an inch. The force is somehow absorbed but still knock your balance.
  
  Your body pulls along the chair with you and you fall to the  floor with an unbearable pain and crazy tingles. Seem like you grab the table cloth with you too, flying cards are flickering around between you and the dangling light bulb on the ceiling.
  
  You also hear a loud thump falling after you are on the ground...Look like your legs trip this monster down too, good thing he didn't fall on you.
  
  "Manny!! What did you just do??!!" This is your chance to get up! You only heard a little bit of the girl yelling before your legs carry you out of the diner.
  
  ...
  
  Well, that went quite bad but at least it's not worse than ending up on the hospital bed.
  
  You put on your shade and the earplugs on and hit the street, waiting to hear your wanted public display. After that event on the diner, you have to resort to feeding on street food. Applepies, pancakes, disgustingly sweet desserts...You'll just have to endure those if you don't want to sleep with a growling stomach.
  > later that night
  <At 4:23 this afternoon, there was a shootout at the Police Detention Center caused by an ET employer, John Namour, 28 years old with 7 criminals, 2 security guards dead and 9 officers were heavily injured during the fire-> The mini TV says in its demonic sound, you can actually feel the devil's tongue making out with your ears passionately as you sit inside your vehicle. <He was driving brown buggy, 2D74->
  
  The doom train has came and it is waiting for you. As fearless as you can get, it only takes 1 second before your head starts making up shit and panic settles in. You hitch the blanket which has been covering your weapons and throw it on top of the trunk to cover the number plate. After that, it's the car seat that will make you comfortable for the night. You lock the handle tight and lie down, making sure there is no light remain while you tune up the TV and cover your face with the trentcoat, watching your case.
  
  To be alone and surrounded by silent cars and motorbikes under the darkening night, it's not a good feeling...not a good feeling at all. Good thing that the weather is nice, you could never hope to sleep inside a car like this in your hometown...Such a hot and busy place. Hiding, living on the run and evading attentions from people, what a fantastic life you've gotten yourself into! Throwing your humanity away to fade and becoming a criminal.
  
  Oh well, shit happens. You only did the right thing. You set everything you've bought from the shops to the front seats. Mostly basic things like medical stuffs, sweet toasts and water bottles,...but right now, they are packs of gold to you. Who know how much magic that could happen in your travel? It's always better to be careful.
  
  You decide to switch channel to something else, something that can cheer you up in this gloomy moment, a TV or music shows. You turn down the volume and close your eyes, trying to sleep and listening to the entertainment that tonight might provide. It doesn't take long for the snooze to hit you, you are so tired from all that running and you need the most of full sleep. You have to wake up early and leave this awful place before anyone can get a bite out of you.
  > midnight
  Oh! something is dropping on the car. Rain? How appropriate, you really need some lullaby right now. It's kind of cool to be free and alone for once, taking up shelter by yourself and sleeping in piece. You must enjoy it while it still lasts.
  
  ...Hmm, it has became a little cold in here. You begin to shiver as you get yourself up and look through the glasses. Everything seems to be quiet around here. Man, you would kill to have a smoke right now.
  
  You suddenly think of the metal brick which has been hiding in the compartment the whole time. You head to the dashboard and hold the broken cell phone to your view. 'It has been out since the hit, what a waste...' This thing has taken 3 bullets for you and still, it refuses to die.
  
  But it has to be gone now, such a tragedy...You throw the phone away, finding it unbelievable that you forgot to get rid of it earlier. No use in keeping the potential tracking device for the police.
  
  The rain is falling quite heavily. That biker gang would have to be the most hard-working thugs of the Earth if they still wanted to run their business in this state. You start the engine and get out of the parking line-
  
  And the first sight that greets you after you turned on the light is a bloody cloth which looks like it is wrapping something inside too, lovely! You step on the gas and speed up like a madman, driving towards the exit of the garage. Watch out!!!
  
  ...
  
  It never turns out well for you, isn't it? Hell of bullets are unleashing directly on the street, right under this heavy rain! What is going on with this place?? You can't drive through the danger zone out there that's for sure, you can't even see clearly what's ahead. Uh oh! Bad turn!!! Someone has noticed your light and they don't waste any second to get rid of you.
  
  "Get the hell out of here, shithead! OFGG!" You shoot him dead before he could do anymore damage to your car and drive its tail back to the parking section while trading fire with the attackers who are on his side.
  
  Your day now has officially gone further beyond the worst. There is some serious conflict going on between these punks and they are powering their own dominance through the use of lethal firearms. You have to avoid getting nabbed in these.
  > break through the rear
  You decide to bust through the rear entrance with your car and drive as fast as you can out of the harm way. With excellent handling reflexes, you manage to hit the road and onto the escape. To stay inside your precious vehicle over night was indeed a good choice. You blend into the rainfall and drive under the darkness...And a giant mosquito get splashed by your windshield in the process.
  
  Peaceful time has ended and the Dark Lord is coming to spread chaos on humanity, starting with you.
  
  "What the..." You have to yell out word of confusion at the brownish liquid remained on your sight before attempting to wash it away. It's just then, you notice something is scratching on the top of your car. You are surrounded!!! It doesn't take long for them to show their abomination form to you, gigantic mutated bloodsuckers. Why so many of them???
  
  Just when things can't get any more cute, your car now is totally decorated in black and you hit straight to a tree, breaking your cheap windshield and allowing several tubes of death inside to harass your veins.
  
  Y.O.U  F.A.I.L
  
  "What has killed them?" You, now have became a spooky skeleton, fold your bones into the Thinker pose and sit on the pile of dead mosquitoes. "Hmmm...They looked completely zoned out around me, like they were possessed by something."