West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Bjorn Larsen

Good Luck Mr.Hunter!


Posted on February 23, 2022 by Tipson Cavendar
West
- Tipson Cavendar -
i'm always just one jump ahead of the hitmen and one trick ahead of disaster




Tipson couldn't turn his head enough to get a look at what was going on. He was stuck looking at the living dead guy who was either going to kill him or make him wish he was dead. There was a pressure building in his head and his mind screaming at the need to breathe so that the sounds around him were less audible.

He heard another leech call out but couldn't grasp what they were saying. A different voice, deeper but softer is heard. Tipson's attempted finally to grab his knife but the vampire's other hand knocked his one remaining shot away, clattering along the wooden dock. Damn.

The sound of a scream was picked up more clearly than the words and Tipson's foggy mind tried to register the relevance of the sound. Things were starting to get fuzzy. More words and then a miracle happened. Air! Tipson hardly noticed that he had been tossed with his focus on air. The kick to his ribs was most definitely noticed though! The young man curled up halfway into a ball, swallowing in more air even as his addled brain screamed at him to run.

It felt like forever but really it was seconds before the fogged mind cleared and Tipson finally realized his attacker was now fighting someone else. Tipson turned his head to look at the two and quickly stood up. Oh hell! His side burned with fire from where the ribs had been cracked. He could wallow in pain or get the hell away!

Tipson reasoned with himself the guy would prefer him gone so as not to need to protect him. It was also beneficial for Tipsy. Running apparently wasn't an option, the moment he tried the young man started to double over and a wave of dizziness hit him. Stupid ribs.

Tipson imagined his knife and then decided it wasn't worth it. He could always steal another. The box the vampire was so keen on? It would mean bending down. Was it worth it? Bloodsucker might have something pretty nice shipped over and Tipson was noticing dead bodies of other vampires so the guy could finish off this one right?

The idea of bending down assured Tipson it wouldn't be worth it. Tipson wasn't getting anywhere fast so instead of fleeing far he just headed to where the crates were, hiding between a small gap between two crates, and slowly sat down, arm wrapped around his side. Tipson had never enjoyed breathing so much! If the guy didn't win Tipson was in trouble again but running was pointless. Even if this guy managed to injure the vampire enough then it shouldn't care enough to find one harmless human, right?
Well, here's hoping you win Mr.Hunter!


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