The streets being as abysmally unwalkable as they are, without even a sliver of sidewalk, you realize you need a c*r to get to Feral’s house. You don’t own a c*r because you’re a decent human being, so usually you take the bus to work.
You turn to Jamal and ask him whether he knows anybody who could drive both of you to Feral’s house.
shiett.. I got my homies from da projects but ion think you gon like em much
It’s okay Jamal, I’m like one of you in spirit! Just call them up so they can drive us!
Okay mane
That being settled, without further delay you take Jamal to the bigot’s room. Your eyes widen at the sight before you.
The homeowner is splayed out on the floor, his eyes having rolled to the back of his head and foam spilling from his mouth.
His hand has also been crushed by the trap you set earlier. It seems that even in what might have been his final moments, he really needed that goshdarned Zyn.
