Alison was a man who, by all means, was greedy. He didn’t have a care for human life unless it benefited him. When he received news of the machine, he immediately disregarded the fact that it was being used to save lives and called the Gilbert facility.
“Hello, this is the Gilbert Facility, how may we help you?” came from the voice on the other side of the line.
“I would like to purchase your machine.”
Silence came over both sides of the phone.
“What?”
“I want to buy the machine. You know which one.”
The person on the other side of the line told Alison the machine wasn’t for sale and hung up, assuming the call was a prank.
It wasn’t, and Alison wouldn't walk away from an offer declined. Ever.
He proceeded to walk from the payphone to his house. His dad’s former house. The house Alison inherited when his father was mysteriously found shot to death, when they found his dad’s corpse riddled with more than two dozen bullets. Alison gathered his gang there and explained it to them. “These fools, morons, at that Gilbert facility, declined me an offer they should have not declined. Now you're all aware of what happens to these types of people, right?”
The room responded with a collective “Yeah”.
“Then come on, pack your bags” Alison said.
“We’re going to California.”
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RADSLA REWRITTEN
Horror1973: the year the horrors start. Based off of Tyler Ahlström's TRTF SAGA The beginning of the JRWELLS TRTF AU. ALL CHARACTERS FEATURED BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS
