World of Anarchy/Chapter 42

This is a preview of chapter 42 of World of Anarchy entitled: Attack On Titan

Synopsis
Chris begins to take on a new role inside the walls of the safe-zone in secret to get justice for his fallen friend. Bi-Liang takes up the same profession he had before being trapped in the stone. Omid discovers a shocking secret at his job that makes him determined to investigate further. David Andrews and Zelda's investigation takes an odd turn after examining the next victim.

Chapter 42 - Attack On Titan
Chris strained his ears listening. He heard the T.V. on in the living room signifying that Teresa was still awake. Looking down at his watch he saw that it was only 8:37. He knew he should wait until it was later in the night and she was asleep before sneaking out but doing that the past couple days left him too exhausted for school in the morning. Eventually his teacher would inform David and Teresa and then they would become suspicious. So he had to take this risk now.

As quiet as he could he opened his window and crawled out it and out onto the fire escape. He then took his mask out of his backpack and pulled it over his face before ascending the fire escape. Now at the top of the building he made his way over to the edge and peered down.

He had no idea a big the distance from the top of building to the ground below was, but he knew that if he fell he would most certainly die. He then looked across at the next apartment building. To him it looked about ten or so feet away--he had never been the best judge of distance so he wasn’t to sure.

After taking a few steps back he stopped. He held his breath as he prepared himself. Then, he broke out in a run and jumped from his apartment building to the next sucessfully. He smiled to himself. He had gotten better at going from building to building since he first started going out at night.

Chris took the scrap of paper from his back pocket and examined it in the moonlight. It held the address of the building he was looking for on it. The building was abandoned and now home to drug dealers. He had gotten the location of the drug den from a group of people that smoked weed that some teens at his school knew called the Kush Club. The drug dealers would pay dearly for what they did to his friend.

Two weeks ago his friend Jake died after taking this new street drug called S.H.D. The drug had been plaguing the streets recently. It had been turning anyone who used it into zombies. Not the zombies that were behind the walls of the zone searching for something to eat however. It had turned them mindless. Now they were nothing more than vegetables.

He landed on the dumpster below him where he took a short break to catch his breath. He had traveled about ten blocks to reach the drug building and had managed to get there in only twenty minutes. Maybe he could get this done and make it back to the apartment before eleven.

Looking around, he saw that the streets were completely empty. Not too surprising since this was a bad neighborhood. Jumping down from the dumpster, he sprinted the rest of the way to the drug den. He stopped at the front door.

He was scared. This was the first time he was going to confront a group of people head on like this and he wasn't sure if he would be able to do it. But then the thought of his friend popped into his head again. Jake, sitting there in his bed completely unaware of absolutely everything that was happening around him. It filled him with enough anger to open the door.

Chris raised his handgun as he made his way through the dimly lit hall leading to the living room. There he found the drug dealers along with a few teenage girls passed out on the couch and floor. The drug dealers were startled for a second when they saw him but soon relaxed when they realized he was only a kid.

He pulled out a photo of his Jake from his back pocket and raised it for the dealers to see. “Do any of you recognize him?” He called out to them, his voice muffled by the mask. One of the dealers laughed and looked to his friends. “What the fuck is this, huh?”

Anger flared within him. “Have any of you seen him before?” He repeated.

“Get out of here, kid.” The dealer said shaking his head as the rest of them laughed.

Chris pulled the trigger.

The dealer’s brains splattered all over the wall behind him leaving the rest of the dealers in shock.

“His name is Jake. One of you sold him S.H.D. I’m not leaving here until I find out who.” Chris explained to them as he waved his gun around.

All the dealers looked to each other before pulling out weapons of their own. Some of them wielded crowbars, or bats, and even a machete, while the others had guns of their own.

“You just made a big, big fucking mistake, kid.” The dealer with a mustache said to him as he raised his gun right at Chris’ face.