Homeless love

Ch. 1 Slums

It twas a dark rainy night in the filthy slums of New York. The year is 2048. The whole entire world is conquered by a mad dictator who rode on a fire breathing cyborg tyrannosaurus named Jerry. But our story isn't about that shit, so forget all about it.

Our story is instead about a homeless man-thing and a homeless woman-thing falling in love.
 
Thursday, February 23rd

A homless man by the name of Cornwallius Peenpiss III is taking shelter in a cardboard box midst a heavy rainstorm. He is cold, wet, alone, and currently fearing for his life.

He used to be somebody. Somebody everyone loved and admired, but now he is just like every other homeless loser in the slums of new york.

He wore a worned beanie, a tattered trench coat and a shirt, torn jeans, and shoes made of trashbags. He had Caucasian skin, dark brown shaggy hair, a messy beard, and tired blue bloodshot eyes.

He truly was a shadow of his former self. A long forgotten lowlife with nothing better to do but sit around and wallow in self-pity. How pathetic.

After the raining had ceased, He tried to beg passersby for money, but they either shooed him away or threatened him with violence. He was quite the desperate fool. Heh.  

Eventually he gave up trying to get money and just wandered around the slums in search of something to eat, like, a rat or something.

Then he sees her. A fellow homeless person. An average looking woman of African American descent.

She had messy black curly hair, dark brown eyes, and one missing tooth. She wore a dirty old coat, dirty old jeans, and dirty old wool fingerless gloves.
  
In Cornwallius' eyes she was a THICC beautiful goddess. She really wasn't, though. I'd give her a meh out of meh.
  
He approaches her and tries to start a conversation. Let us see how it turns out, shall we?
  
Cornwallius: H-hey stranger! H-how are you doing tonight?

Homeless woman: Oh, hello. I'm doing pretty shitty. How about you?

Cornwallius: I-I'm doing quite shitty myself too. M-my name is Cornwallius Peenpiss the Third, by the way.

Homeless woman: Wow, what are you? Royalty?

Cornwallius: W-what? N-no! I-'m just the third person in my family tree to be named Cornwallius. Uh, what's your name?

Homeless woman: The names Mary Vick. You can just call me Vick. Nice to meet you Cornwallius.

Cornwallius: Heh, n-nice to meat you too, Vick.

Good job Corn ol' pal! You just talked to your very first girl!

Cornwallius shaked her hand whilst nervously laughing. They continued talking some more about their lives before being homeless, but it's all pretty boring, so who cares?
 
The two became fast friends and started hanging out and doing other stuff friends usually do.

That's the end of Ch. 1. Now go away, you bloody damn miscreants! I shall make the second chapter whenever I can. Whenever that may be. Buh-bye.