case, and now Boozer praised himself for his foresight.
The way to the kitchen was distant and difficult, and Boozer walked very slowly, limping badly. But he got into the hall, to meet there a hideous face on the wall that stared at him with hatred in its eyes. Mirror. An old dirty mirror, which he’d always intended to throw away. On the right corner of the mirror is attached a photo - a smiling young man, and, to the left of him, a laughing young woman. They look like they are laughing at him, so Boozer hates the photo more than the mirror. Now to the kitchen, with a short stop in the shithouse.
A bottle of vodka was waiting for him exactly where it was supposed to be, on the bottom shelf of spoiled vegetables. Above the bottle was a whole can of sardines, which he ate immediately as a snack. The sardines were bad, but there was nothing else, so Boozer got the vodka while he ate them.
That bastards neighbors played movies at the same volume as the music that had woken him. It was obviously an action film; he could hear gunfire and screams. Boozer tried a couple of times to knock the wall. There was no response and he decided to drown out the noise, using an old TV. There was no signal, however. First, second, third channel – it was useless. Boozer irritably pushed a button on the remote until he got to the pay cable channel, one of those with porn. Unlike the rest, paid porn didn’t disappoint, and Boozer drank vodka and watched as a hefty black guy fucked a cute Asian girl in the ass. Asian girl replaced striptease and went on lesbians, ending whose performances Boozer never saw - old small TV exploded in his face.
How long he lay on the floor was unknown, but then Boozer got up slowly. He perched on the seat and took out a splinter from left cheek - a piece of the TV screen, a fragment of a bottle, or something else. During his blackout the apartment had become even worse, but this time it wasn’t binge drinking that was the cause. It was because of the numerous bullets holes in the thin wall. In the hole closest to the floor there oozed dark thickened blood. It looked like the bastard neighbors’ movie was extremely realistic.
27. Number Nine
“Just who the fuck are you? And why do you think that we will listen your commands?”
Negotiations failed, I'm sure of it. The young bandits will not listen to me; I don’t have the authority. Most likely, in front of me is a regional branch of the gang that holding this part of the city. Yet I must try, diplomacy sometimes works too.
“Who am I? I am one of you. I changed your life this morning, I brought you the Hunger. And now - join me.”
“So, you're brought here this thing, don’t know the name? Well, thank you, and fuck out here or die, we will not obey your orders, and we will take as much blood as we want!”
They laughed at me. They were fun; in a good mood. All seven were covered with blood from head to toe, and it was hard to tell what color their clothes were this morning when they went out to sell drugs. They didn’t know that drugs and money would soon lose all meaning.
All had changed very rapidly, so most likely they were attacked by the infected from the first wave, or maybe some of our fighters used his air rifle.
Wounded fled to their homes and yards, and soon instead one infected we have five or ten new. Street thugs had not particularly afraid of the police, and then Hunger came and made them vampires, they lost all fears, and went on the hunt.
There was no one to stop them. The police were already ours, or were fighting with other infected, so that the boys and girls from the streets had fun in their own and other neighborhoods. Money and dope were left behind, now they wanted blood, literally. They took it without any limits, spreading infection like wildfire. Initially, while the police were still strong, we could profit from this situation, but now we needed to put an end to this; we were risking burning in this fire. But
The way to the kitchen was distant and difficult, and Boozer walked very slowly, limping badly. But he got into the hall, to meet there a hideous face on the wall that stared at him with hatred in its eyes. Mirror. An old dirty mirror, which he’d always intended to throw away. On the right corner of the mirror is attached a photo - a smiling young man, and, to the left of him, a laughing young woman. They look like they are laughing at him, so Boozer hates the photo more than the mirror. Now to the kitchen, with a short stop in the shithouse.
A bottle of vodka was waiting for him exactly where it was supposed to be, on the bottom shelf of spoiled vegetables. Above the bottle was a whole can of sardines, which he ate immediately as a snack. The sardines were bad, but there was nothing else, so Boozer got the vodka while he ate them.
That bastards neighbors played movies at the same volume as the music that had woken him. It was obviously an action film; he could hear gunfire and screams. Boozer tried a couple of times to knock the wall. There was no response and he decided to drown out the noise, using an old TV. There was no signal, however. First, second, third channel – it was useless. Boozer irritably pushed a button on the remote until he got to the pay cable channel, one of those with porn. Unlike the rest, paid porn didn’t disappoint, and Boozer drank vodka and watched as a hefty black guy fucked a cute Asian girl in the ass. Asian girl replaced striptease and went on lesbians, ending whose performances Boozer never saw - old small TV exploded in his face.
How long he lay on the floor was unknown, but then Boozer got up slowly. He perched on the seat and took out a splinter from left cheek - a piece of the TV screen, a fragment of a bottle, or something else. During his blackout the apartment had become even worse, but this time it wasn’t binge drinking that was the cause. It was because of the numerous bullets holes in the thin wall. In the hole closest to the floor there oozed dark thickened blood. It looked like the bastard neighbors’ movie was extremely realistic.
27. Number Nine
“Just who the fuck are you? And why do you think that we will listen your commands?”
Negotiations failed, I'm sure of it. The young bandits will not listen to me; I don’t have the authority. Most likely, in front of me is a regional branch of the gang that holding this part of the city. Yet I must try, diplomacy sometimes works too.
“Who am I? I am one of you. I changed your life this morning, I brought you the Hunger. And now - join me.”
“So, you're brought here this thing, don’t know the name? Well, thank you, and fuck out here or die, we will not obey your orders, and we will take as much blood as we want!”
They laughed at me. They were fun; in a good mood. All seven were covered with blood from head to toe, and it was hard to tell what color their clothes were this morning when they went out to sell drugs. They didn’t know that drugs and money would soon lose all meaning.
All had changed very rapidly, so most likely they were attacked by the infected from the first wave, or maybe some of our fighters used his air rifle.
Wounded fled to their homes and yards, and soon instead one infected we have five or ten new. Street thugs had not particularly afraid of the police, and then Hunger came and made them vampires, they lost all fears, and went on the hunt.
There was no one to stop them. The police were already ours, or were fighting with other infected, so that the boys and girls from the streets had fun in their own and other neighborhoods. Money and dope were left behind, now they wanted blood, literally. They took it without any limits, spreading infection like wildfire. Initially, while the police were still strong, we could profit from this situation, but now we needed to put an end to this; we were risking burning in this fire. But
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