Ghetto Cold War

"You piss everyone off."

"I know."

"How are you alive?"

"I don't know." I turned my head to stare at my friend. He stopped walking.

"No idea?" Like he really wanted an answer.

"I'm too cute to kill." Earlier that day, I woke to news of a little girl getting murdered.

"Bullshit." He kept walking. "No one is."

"I know." Truthfully, I had a notion floating through my mind. "Maybe everyone who hates me has a friend I looked out for. Being a bit naive has made me some friends before." There was a pause.

"Yeah." He said after some time.

"Also got me used and into some shit."

"Uh huh." We were quiet after that for some time. We got to his house about ten minutes later.

Gunshots.

His house was just in sight, and having been in some horrifying situations, I instinctively ran. My friend was slower than me, though he was generally more capable. Every moment of waiting on him to catch up and unlock his door was anxious pain, bu I knew I was fine.

"What do you think it was this time?" He asked.

"I don't know man. Maybe someone just lost their shit. That's a double in a day." I slumped against the wall. "Hopefully it wasn't a little girl this time." Screams started multiplying through the window.

I texted another friend who lived in the direction of the gunshots. More could be heard.

+#- Some dumbass shot someone and now others are firing their guns into the air. -#+

He sent me a photo the guy. Pretty badass, he was holding up the peace sign, slumped against a wooden fence that his blood on it, and was wearing a white t-shirt with soaking red patches.

"Oh I know him." My friend recognized the guy, someone really cool. "Forgave his family for being far worse than a child deserves." He sighed, "They'll be really sorry if they lose hi. He better make it, or they're fucked. he carries them."

We called it quits on talking about the war going on. I had already told a cop to fuck off and eyed some ugly as fuck thugs. Everyone knew they had nothing to gain from fucking with me except ego points, but anyone who really hurt me had Hell to pay with influential people from many factions. I still don't understand why they were looking out for me. I was just a worn out guy, as far as I could tell.


Rapid gunfire. It wasn't the same.
"Fuck! I just want to watch a movie and sleep."
This was dangerous. Wheel were spinning and gas was burning. It was a trio of tanks in the neighborhood. Maybe armored transports. That was more par for the course in the battles radiating through these neighborhoods.

BOOM the roof fell. It felt like forever that I was looking at it, but really it had to be only a moment because I instantly jumped through the door on my right and over the fence of my friend's backyard.

Oh, Alyssa, nice. My friend's hot neighbor was running naked and screaming down the street with her ass and back on fire. One side of her ribs was burning but the other was fine. I pondered, as I was sprinting, how she was positioned to get struck by an incendiary just so. Her tits flopped wonderfully as she ran, veins popping out from her body, and then shut up and collapsed, sliding a few feet. I saw all of that as I was running, too afraid of ending up like her to think clearly.

While the sight was pleasing and terrifying, it distracted me from the sight of APC's zooming around looking for combatants. Combatants meant everyone capable of touching a weapon.