Thread: Run This Town (Rory+Ishu)

The morning air held an electric chill as the large pickup truck rumbled down the street, it's black body gleaming like a killer whale on the prowl in this sea of concrete and glass. The cargo in the back whooped and hollered joyfully as tires rolled over the tarmac, testosterone and adrenaline overflowing from the bed of the truck in boisterous, threatening laughter. The streets were moderately clear for the size of this metropolis, although a few people were out and about given a false sense of bravery as the daylight progressively consumed the dripping shadows of night. Their fears had not been completely shed by the growing dawn, but there was comfort in being able to see the monsters that bred and lived in the dark. Cade peered over the side of the truck where he lounged with his brothers, his leather and pierced clan, 6 of them piled in the bed of the truck, some sitting and a few standing as the vehicle made it's way to the heart of the city. Just one of the many that the brethren had conquered when they'd taken over, the city unmistakably and unequivocally theirs. Dark eyes overshadowed by heavy brows swept over the few pedestrians they passed, even that brief predatory glance causing the few men and women on the streets to recoil with the urge to hide. A lopsided and haughty smirk twisted across his features as one of his fellows hollered out something lewd to a man in a suit who had stopped to buy a newspaper, both he and the vendor looking up at the truck as if they'd just peed their pants. Laughter followed from the others as they proceeded past, the obsidian truck flowing by with apathetic disinterest. In the wee hours of morning when the cover of night cloaked them, these men, these monsters, had finished feeding, their cannibalistic urges and hunger fulfilled. Now a different hunger burned in their loins, an almost erotic desire for destruction and murder sexual appetites that bordered on the homicidal. The city still lived, much as the humans had left it, but with the constant threat these beasts put over the citizens, it might as well have been dead. It had become a playground of ghosts, people going on as if nothing had happened, because in this day and age, what else was there but to accept your fate and bow to your new masters? They'd come to conquer and had won in less than a year, slapping the humans' weapons away as if they'd been mere toys handled by clumsy children. Now the men of North America stayed caged within the borders, raped and killed on the neurotic whims of their new overlords and the women were killed and feasted upon like cattle. Cade's musings came to a stop as the truck did and the gang of men started to disembark and spread out and away from the vehicle, blood pumping and filled with the desire to do some damage to the day. Several of them were planning to go together to an office building nearby to prey upon the men who worked there and sate their lusts, and as usual, the targets were picked at random. As he stepped off of the truck, heavy black boots crunching the asphalt underfoot, they called out for Cade to join them, promising plenty of brokers and businessmen for them all to play with. Offering another smirk, he turned them down and proceeded to walk in a different direction, adjusting his long dark coat about himself and pausing to watch the truck glide away, no less sinister now that it had unleashed it's load. Looking around himself, Cade allowed his feet to carry him forward, wherever his fancy would take him, his dark, short hair bristling with excitement. Every road spread out before him filled with unlimited opportunities and endless pleasures for him to engage in. One of these side streets lead to residential apartments and another to small shops and businesses crammed close together, the owners still selling their wares to anyone who would buy them in this haunted day and age. The Age of the Gamatom.