Beyond The Dead/ Issue 29

The Greenlands -  Issue 29 of Beyond The Dead
Jeremih

Waking up in the projects isn’t the easiest… Especially when you have to worry about niggas trying to fucking bite you and shit… Excuse my language; I guess the ghetto is coming out of me… But then again maybe somebody will actually find this and understand. I don’t really write in this journal much at all, but there’s been a pledge, that turns people into these things called biters.

In the projects, we’re just another community trying to survive. There are multiple of them around Baltimore; some are good, while others are evil, or neutral. We’re in the neutral zone; the projects are ran by an notorious gangster, who is known as “Ripley”… I honestly don’t know about that name, but the dude is a dick, but he can be workable, sometimes he should be working his fat-ass out, rather than bossing everyone else around to do his dirty work.

Okay, now back to the projects! So obviously it isn’t your most idea place to live, but I mean the living condition will have to do… Everyone lives in their regular houses, except for those who don’t live in the more evil side… I used to live over by Green Street, but I was forced to exit by some thugs, and forced to live on Blue Street. I live with two other friends, one goes by K-Rock while the other one is named Holiday… I don’t know what’s up with their names but K-Rock is just a nick name, but Holiday on the other hand, I can’t even process.

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Holiday: Wake up; we have the supply trade today! Holiday taps the side of Jeremih’s face.

Jeremih: Alright I’m up! Just give me a few minutes and I’ll be down. Holiday: Alright then!

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 Jeremih waited for Holiday too leave his room and too shut the door. Jeremih lets out a long sigh as he sits up out under his cover until both of his feet are on the ground in front of the bed.

Jeremih: Damn, fucking hate this place… Jeremih humbles under his breath.

He sits up from his bed and makes his way towards his closet. He looks down towards himself to admire many of hit tats on his chest. He can’t help but look at his favorite one, the holly wood sign, above the 86. He quickly picks out his cloths, and makes his way down stairs where K-Rock and Holiday are waiting.

Holiday: Ayo, go ahead and grab you a granola bar we about to head out.

Jeremih: Already? Damn?

<p class="MsoNormal">K-Rock: Yea or you could just throw some cereal in a bag.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jeremih: I just do that then… Jeremih went to the counter where the cabinets were located.

<p class="MsoNormal">He looked about for his favorite cereal, until he spotted it. He grabbed the Fruit loops box, and a zip lock bag in the lower cabinets.

<p class="MsoNormal">Jeremih: Damn, I wish we had some fucking milk right now… Jeremih humbles to himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">Holiday: You say something?

<p class="MsoNormal">Jeremih: Oh, I was just mumbling to mine self again.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="border-style:none;padding:0in;">K-Rock: Well let’s get going.

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