Drugs, Love, BUCKSHOT!

Rated: Moderate
This is targeted towards 14+ (added another year since I'm not sure abt 13 year olds) and older audiences. This story contains: Drugs (obviously), killing, and strong language.
== Part 1: The Gas House ==
The streets reeked. The smell of sewer water and decaying bodies wafted in the air, and occasionally, smoke from the small camps and large factories from the distance. Everyone here got used to this. Julie inserts the shells into the loading port of her shotgun, staring at a man who is posed in a strange way. Almost zombie-like.
His right leg faced left, and the left faced right. His back hunched, and his head looked up at the foggy, red sky. His arms dangled seemingly lifelessly. Veins were visible too. As Julie inserts the final shell, the man's head snaps to look at her. For a black man, his face was extremely pale. This was a "Drugged".
The man snarls, he sprints and stumbles towards her. Julie closed one eye and aimed her shotgun at the head. She moved a bit until she found the right position.
CLICK.
In just a second, the man's head bursts. Chunks of his skull and flesh flew out; the only thing that remained was his spine, which stuck out of the man's torso. Julie cocks her shotgun, and out comes an empty shell. It rolls off the sidewalk and into the drain. Julie continues down the sidewalk with no directions or goal; she just needs to find more Druggeds.
The corners of her vision are starting to darken, her eyes tried fighting back the darkness. She pats her pocket and finds a small plastic ziplock bag, with at least six pills in it. She fumbles a bit, her hand goes past the opening of the bag and finally manages to open it. She pops a pill in her mouth and blinks a few times.
Her vision is very slowly getting better, and she felt a sudden change in her mood. She can't stand still for long, so she continues to walk. As Julie walks, she passes by the remains of once lively and brightly colored establishments. She pauses to look up at a sign. "Bottom Rock," it read. 
"Weird, it still somehow lights up."
Inside Bottom Rock, the only source of light came from the bar area, which illuminated a nice cool blue. The rest of the room was dark and dingy. The bar's light flickered a bit. The chairs were scattered around and arranged in different positions. A few chairs's legs were missing; some of them had broken cusions; others didn't even look like chairs anymore; they were more like sticks now. Tables, however, were used as barricades. Somewhere on the left side, all the way at the back, was a small abandoned table fort.
A strong wind blew, the fort's dirty orange checkered curtain fluttered, and Julie's long wavy hair, swayed gently against the wind. It felt like it had been almost five years since she last visited Bottom Rock, but her last visit was only seven months ago. Time, seems all too slow for her.
"I assure ya miss, this stuff is twice as effective and twice as cheaper than ya regulars!" A man with a croaky italian like accent says.
"Ah but, I get these for free from a friend." A woman with a stuttery and somewhat toned down voice responds.
"Hmm. Tell ya what, I'll give em for free! If ya like whatcha got then come back 'ere tommorah!" 
"Uhh, can we just meet up in a more specific spot? There's like, a ton of alleys like this one all over the place." 
Julie grips her shotgun tightly. She peeks from the corner and gets a better look at who the voices were. The man was bald, his sclera (white part of the eye) was yellow, and he had a scruffy, long orange goatee. He was shorter than the woman, but he wore an oversized maroon puffer jacket.
The woman had short, sharp, fluffy brown hair. She wore a stained wooly orange jacket; her baggy jeans were torn on the left side; and there was a noticeable bandage on her knee. The woman puts both hands together, revealing that both of her hands are wrapped in bandages. The woman breathes in and then out, and she starts to make suggestions to the man.
"Look, how about we meet up at my place at Minnie's?" Suggested the woman.
The man opened his mouth, no words came out of him. His head combusts, a loud CLACK CLICK was heard behind him. His body collapses infront of the brown-haired woman. She looked up at her. She wore a dark blue knitted sweater, she had a bandolier for shotgun shells. Her shoes were wrapped in bandages, there were syringes tied around her waist. What caught her attention was her eyes, she had heavy eye bags.
The brown-haired woman stares intently at her, Julie tilts her head in confusion.
"Get up; his backups are coming," 
"W-wait! Why did you shoot him?" The woman questioned. She stumbles a bit on an old crumpled soda can and manages to catch up to Julie.
"Those drugs he's giving are "coated." You could've ended up becoming a—" Julie is cut off by the sounds of snarls. 
A group of Druggeds were tied to ropes, they were frantically attempting to approach Julie and the brown-haired woman. The ropes were attached to the side of an old green delivery van. A person wearing a snake mask reached for a cutter and cut the rope.
Julie takes her arm, and the two begin running. The eight Druggeds pursued them in an animalistic manner, salivating and foaming in the mouth. Their eyes were bloodshot red. Julie and the woman climb the creaky, rusted fire escape ladder of an apartment building. The Druggeds foolishly scratched the brick wall.
A Drugged climbs up the ladder; he struggles a little, hitting a few bars and shattering a few ladder steps, but he makes it to the top. Others soon followed him. The two hopped across gaps, vaulted air vents, and evaded distant gunshots. The Druggeds caught up.
As they cleared another gap, Julie swung the Drugged with the holding end of her shotgun, causing it to tumble into the alley. Grabbing a pipe from a nearby scaffold, the brown-haired woman made a sharp turn and picked up speed with each step, tightly gripping the pipe with both hands. With a swift and forceful swing, she delivered a powerful blow to the Drugged. 
CLANG!
The Drugged flailed wildly and collasped to the ground. Julie took aim, from a distance, three more Druggeds approached. As one of them neared the edge, about to jump, she swiftly fired her shotgun. Gone was the head of the Drugged.
CLICK CLACK!
Another Drugged manages to jump, but Julie manages to take care of her quickly before she reaches the other side.
CLACK CHTACK CHTACK.
Something wasn't right. Her skin tightened, her face went numb, and it felt like her hair was being slowly pulled. She tried to pull the forend again, but the shell still wouldn't eject. The Drugged leaped over the gap and almost missed, but he manages to grab onto the ledge. Julie fearfully walked back, still trying to unjam her shotgun.
CHTACK CHTACK CHTACK.
She struck the side of the ejection port, but the shell still refused to come out. Growing increasingly anxious, she began to franticly hit the ejection port. As the Drugged lunged at her, she defended herself with her shotgun, preventing him from biting her. Julie's arm trembled and weakened from fear. Despite her attempts to calm down, her arm only grew more limp and unsteady.
CLANK!
Something cylindrical hit the Drugged, his face deformed, and he spat out blood. The brown haired-woman grabs the Drugged by the neck and throws him off the building. Julie manages to get the shell out by kicking it, she quickly gets up and shoots two more Druggeds. The woman kicks the last Drugged, then bashes her head. She falls face first onto the ground, the woman kicks it one last time.
"Hah... Huff, Huff... You do this everyday?" She asked, out of breath.
"You would've ended up like them if it weren't for me." 
"Wait, so the infection's in the pills too?" 
"It's in all drugs specifically," She stops and turns abruptly back to the brown-haired woman. "How the hell do you not know?"
"Well, I know that it comes from the factories over there." The woman gestures behind her, there were hanged clothes that swayed gently, next to it, smokestacks painted maroon stuck out from the distance. Julie squints, she spots a small white circle on two of the smokestacks, she couldn't make out what the symbol was.
"That's why you won't be seeing me often at the upper parts from around 'ere." She added.
"Not like I'd be looking for you." Julie walks to the steps of the fire escape without haste. She holds on the rail of the steps, then changes rails once she reaches the next step. The woman follows, on her way down the pipe she's carrying bumps on a few rails and steps. They finally reach the bottom. Julie attempts to leave without saying anything else to her, not even a goodbye.
"Hey! Thanks for saving me back there, uhm..." The woman pauses, searching for the appropriate way to address her. Miss? Ma'am? It all feels a bit awkward.
"It's Julie," Julie answers, she then turns back to her.
"You?" 
The woman is then filled with a sense of dread. What if she knows who she is? She can't run the risk of having people find out where she was. She slightly raises her hand but then lowers it back down again. She inhales through her teeth and sheepishly responds to her.
"The name's Sleeper." Sleeper said shakily.
"Damn, Government Organized Camp?"
"Ah no, no, no. I just need to keep it a secret." She quickly responds. Sleeper realizes that she fumbled a bit with her response, she stands there anticipating the question "What's your real name?".
"Well I don't got time to pry, safe travels Sleeper." Julie turns back and continues walking. Sleeper stares at her for a bit and turns the opposite direction of Julie.
"You too." She says quietly to herself.
Julie passes more run-down establishments and buildings. There were no more Druggeds, and the sun was starting to set. She finally arrives Piewauld Street. She wearily gazes at the Piewauld Street sign for a moment before trudging onward. 
She stops by a camp that was settled between two apartment buildings, the one at the left being her's. This was Gunner's Camp. The burn barrel has already been lit, some sparks from the fire goes to Julie's shoulder. She brushes it off then gently opens the loose wooden garden gate, it creaks a bit then the gate comes loose. 
"Ah shit." She tries to put the gate back the way it was, she is then stopped by a kind feeble voice.
"Oh don't worry about that Buckshot. Come, come! We're having drinks with the Watchers." Mrs. Churns beckons Julie. She sets the gate aside and slowly follows Mrs. Churns. 
"Still couldn't fix the gate, huh?" Julie says. 
"Oh we'll be fixing that soon, we just don't have anymore screws." 
"Look around you Churns, there's screws everywhere." She said, while she raised her arms. 
"Gunner's not here, the scouts are sick, and the only ones I have here are the stoned fools." Churns licks her dry lips and sits down on a foldable outdoor chair. 
"If I were to do it myself, I would fall off the ladder and get a concussion!" Julie grabs her and Churns' drink from the green milk crate and gives it to her, then takes out the ziplock bag from her pocket. 
"Well, I wouldn't get a concussion, I would die." Churns jokingly added. 
"So where's Hilly, and Hue?" Julie asks as she pops in a pill. Her vision begins to brighten again. 
"Oh I don't know what those stoners are up to again," Ms. Churns leans in closer and whispers to Julie. "They're probably out walking around the streets again."
There was suddenly loud incoherent blabber from outside of the gate, two men jumped and danced their way inside of the camp. The one with a stubble beard stumbles and falls face first into the beanbag, the other one sits on his head.
"HEY! GET YOUR ASS OFF MY HEAD!" The one with his face planted into beanbag shouted.
"Ms. Churrrnnnnsss, we got sumthin' for ya!" The 
== Author's blabber ==
Hi there, thanks for reading Drugs, Love, BUCKSHOT! I don't know if you really read it and just skipped to read this part but I still apreciate you checked out the page anyways. The thing is, I'm not really a "writter writter", I like making comics more than just books. Descriptions are hard for me to be honest and I'm also somewhat struggling to describing things too in real life XD.
I am currently working on my main project "Criminals of Robloxia" and DLB is just fun little side thing I wanted to do. I feel somewhat bad that I'm starting to like DLB more than COR, despite it already in the works, and I don't wanna abandon it just yet.
Maybe someday I'll finish the first season of COR and start working on DLB.
Alright imma go now bye bye B))
May 9, 2024.
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