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District Four, It's Safer Here.

After I got my food and my free fifty tokens, I decided to enter D4. Now, you see, District Four is safer than your average street, just imagine it. A no good shithole slum area is safer than an adequately decent street. Heh, strange world we live in nowadays, the irony is huge. Anyways, with around 850T in my pouch, I could easily buy a GSH-18...

The KBP INSTRUMENTS GSH-18 is a Russian sidearm which fires 9x19MM Parabellum rounds. Mainly used by law enforcement a few years back, it is also the cheap variant of the German Heckler&Koch USP-MATCH, also a 9x19MM pistol.

But no, nah nah nah. I'm going with something simple, and guess what, I don't even need to pay shit for it. I went to my left and jumped down into the ground level of an unfinished apartment. I stumbled upon a few interesting things. A dried up dirty bandage, a broken leg of a chair and upon close inspection, a nail. I collected these things while looking around, not wanting to be seen. I climbed out of the basement and jogged into another apartment. I carefully slipped by a few Koreans while they were staring at me. I didn't stare back, I just kept walking. Eventually I got into an unoccupied room. I shoved a dresser infront of the door and looked for anything used for sharpening.

I found a raspy floortile. I grabbed it and rested it on my ankle while sitting on the bed. I started to rub the chairleg up and down along the tile, going round and round for what felt like hours, but were mere minutes. I made a smooth edged stake with a pointy end. I wrapped the bandage around the lower part of the stake and rammed in a nail on the top side. Afterwards, I knotted the bandage on the lower end, making a handle.

Suddenly, I hear banging on the door. Men who were yelling and banging, trying to force their ways in. I jumped up and held the stake out infront of me, awaiting the dresser to give in and fall over. After some time, the door flew open and the dresser fell down. A loud bang with dust emmiting from the decaying floor. I could make out two figures. Loud coughing ensued after the break-in. One of the men blindly charged at me, eyes barely open. In a split second without hesitation, my instinct jumped in. I jumped to the right and held my foot out, making him trip and fall to the floor, face first.

I got ontop of him and pulled up his head by his long hair, revealing his throat. I moved the stake above my head and slammed it into his throat, puncturing it like it was nothing. I got up, held my foot on his back and pulled out the stake, followed by a stream of thick red blood. The man is choking on his blood as I turn around to face the second bandit. He's holding an M9 Bayonet infront of him, attempting to keep me at distance. I fake a charge, making him stab the air as I sprint and slide. My feet pushing against his ankles as I snap one of them, making him fly down to the floor in agony. I get up, dust off and look down at the man. He's wearing a three-hole skimask, but I could make out some tears being adsorbed by the woolen facemask. With remorse running through my head, I bend over and grab the man. I start to choke him out while whispering comforting things to him...

I snapped his neck.
I took his knife.
I took their lives.

YOU'RE A MONSTER TYRONE, YOU'RE SICK. YOU MAKE ME SICK.

It was in self defence, they came at me!

THAT FIRST GUY TRIPPED OVER THE DRESSER AS DUST BLINDED HIM.

I don't think that was what happened...

KEEP TELLING THAT YOURSELF, YOU'RE A MONSTER. YOU NEED TO BE PUT DOWN.
...

I snap out of my trance and look at the pool of blood at my feet. Two men, killed by me. One has a gaping hole in his neck.. The other one's head is dangling due to a broken spinal cord. The blood, it is on my hand. Even worse, money wasn't even involved. It was just a mere misunderstanding. I didn't mean to kill them. I had to.