Ah~ the city of New Eridu...who knew the apocalypse would be this chill, right? If it weren't for the surge of The Hollows! They're the reason the apocalypse even happened. The appearance of these mysterious disasters is on the rise, tensions are hi...
A small old lady could be seen walking through the streets of a city. She was just done with some grocery shopping and was carrying her bag in one hand, her purse in the other. She was just calmly walking while humming a little tune to herself.
The sky was sunny, people were minding their business, and it seemed like a perfectly peaceful day...emphasis on SEEMED like. A hand suddenly grabbed her and pulled her deep into an alley. A tall man with slicked-back grey hair covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming, while the rest of his goons cackled with laughter.
Goon 4: What are we gonna do with her Miguel?
The grey-haired man smirked cockily.
Miguel: Kahaha as if you don't know. Run her pockets!
The old lady struggled against his grip, squirming and kicking with her legs.
Old Woman: Hmph! You bunch of good-for-nothing hooligans! I swear you'll be sorry when he gets his paws on you!
Goon 2: The hell are you yapping about hag?!
All the noise kept Miguel and his main goons from hearing the sounds of people crashing into the ground along with their grunts of pain. The noise was rapidly approaching, and before they knew it, they heard the voice of a male behind them.
"🐕Oi! 'The hell did I tell you dumbasses about stepping into my turf?🐕"
Miguel and his three goons looked behind them to see a teenage boy standing in the middle of the alley. His black and white hair and heterochromatic eyes definitely made him stand out in a crowd.
Old Woman: Inuzuka!
Miguel: Well if it isn't the Mad Dog? Had fun wailing on my men?
The camera pans out to reveal Miguel's goons passed out on the floor, with severe bruises, and bleeding from the nose, and one guy was even slammed into a dump.
"🐕Guess I did...🐕"
【🐕Kiba Inuzuka🐕】 [The Mad Dog]
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The heterochromatic boy growled in annoyance and rapidly scratched behind his ear. In the same fashion, an irritated dog would.
Kiba: I told you to stop calling me that, dickhead!
Goon 1: Beat it, kid! This doesn't concern you! Or what, do ya wanna get shanked too?
That goon was clearly new to this whole gang business. His cocky attitude, limp posture, and reliance on a knife made it obvious. Kiba snarled, his hands still in his pockets. His eyes were locked in on them, any sign of weakness they dared show would preyed upon.
