*Grim goes around the truck and looks down at the roach*
Well, well well what have we here?
*The roach tries to reach the gun. Grim puts his cane on his little hand*
A petty little gang member, Disturbing the peace. How dull.
*Grim lifts the cane from his hand and hits him in the face, flinging him on his back*
*I sit at the table taking off my ripped dress and going through my bag. i pull out a small bottle of vodka and a bag of pills putting them in front of me i sit sipping the bottle*
*the street up from the two stores is a mess, there is a smouldering house with a car through the front. a dead fly a wincing cockroach who is close to death and grims truck. the few people have started moving back down main street now as it happens.
