[Spirrow]

I decided to rewrite the second chapter with Alf's arrival instead of Abe arriving at the gun shop for a chapter with no killing. As you might see,
Alf is basically like that Kyle Reese guy from the Terminator movies. A living
being that goes back through time.

Here we are:

Chapter 2


Alf Arrives:


Another crackling orb of electricity lit up the parking lot in front of an old abandoned warehouse.
Seconds later Alf rose from his kneeling position and quickly walked off the melted patch of tar
which was begginning to burn his feet. He too, wore no clothes. The only difference was that he
was alive.

The air had finally begun to warm as late morning came. Using his sharp fingernails, Alf picked the
rusty lock of a door into the warehouse and pulled up the garage door. The walls were stacked high
with old dusty wooden crates all stamped with the old Magog Cartel logo of a glukkon's head. Many of
the crated were shattered and their contents were strewn everywhere. He looked to one of the crates
that wasn't broken and standing alone that had the word CLOTHES stamped on it in black block-like
letters.

Alf took and axe from a wall and began to hack at the crate. Within minutes he was digging through
old musty smelling clothes. He chose mudokon jeans and a plain black shirt and sweater. Over the
hour he dug through the contents of other crates and found old cans of expired food which he picked
open with his fingernails ate in disgust at the vile taste. He found a crate with ammunition boxes and
a crate with a single model of shotguns in it. He made a make-shift sling and belt out of the loops in
some old cloths and fitted himself with ammo clip and two shotguns. He pulled on some mudokon
socks and a pair of black leather riding boots, as well.

With that done, he walked back outside and closed the garage door behind him. He had to find his
ride so he could get to and around the city ahead. As if on cue the rumbling sound of a slig bike roared
up from further ahead the empty road that passed the warehouse's parking lot. Alf walked onto
the street in front of the slig's path just as the slig bike rounded a corner a sped towards him fast.
The slig on it slammed the brakes and skidded to a halt just bare feet from Alf.
"Damn it, are you okay?" the slig asked. Alf walked around the bike and wordlessly shoved the
slig off onto the road. "I need your bike," was he said. Without any further words he climb on the bike
and revved the engine.
"Hey, that's-" the slig started but recieved a mouthful of exhaust fume as Alf sped away off down the road.