The situation is getting critical now. The anticipation is so tense it’s smothering. Any street market vendor will sell you a gun - they even hang them in the windows. I’ve already seen cars cruising around, people standing in the back, showing off their guns, harassing innocent people. They’re just young punks that can’t wait. People are already avoiding the streets.
I’ve heard fighting will start at midnight tonight, not too far from here. Of course hell won’t be unleashed until sometime later tomorrow. Ordinary people will stay indoors with cars full of hooligans with war paint on their faces cruising around.
I’ve checked my gear. I think I’m good. Technically, I’m a non-combattant, but experience tells me most don’t care, especially girls. These people don’t even care about sides, they’ll just take out anyone who crosses their path. And with a smile on their face.
I’ve actually gotten a small piece for myself. For protection, you know. This time they won’t take me dry.
Posted by: Roine at April 12th, 2007 20:04