In the town of Slough there was an unwritten rule concerning the area where Gary lived. When the sun went down, that was when the underworld came out to play. The coloured gangs and more would roam the streets.
If Gary hadn't told his mother he would be staying at Tom's, who lived in a more affluent area, then she would be worried out of her mind. He had also often lied about his parents dropping him off by their apartment as well.
As a former transporter for the Underdogs, Gary had needed to learn not only where their own territories were, but also what territories belonged to which colour gang as well as which areas were the most common fight spots. The knowledge that the entire town, except for a few key areas, had been divided in so many sub areas which the gangs claimed for their own, had left quite the bitter aftertaste in his mouth.
It had been vitaly important to memorise the safest route as it was rarely the most direct one. Gary often would have to go through a bunch of different territories to reach his destination. It was safe to say that he had been quite good at his job, which was why he had never failed a delivery until that day.
'At least I got this strange system out of this all.' Gary thought to himself as he quickened his pace. He had his hood up covering his green hair, not that it stood out among all the other punks that were currently out on the streets. After all, he had chosen that hair colour for that reason specifically.
Still, for what he was about to do, he needed to make sure that he wouldn't be recognisable.
Using what money he had left, he bought a few cheap rags from the convenience store that were black in colour. Leaving the store, he searched for an unoccupied alley and started to rip them up, then tied them around his arm and legs, covering them fully. Once he was done, Gary headed towards a certain area of town.
It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for. The graffiti on the wall that had marked this area as belonging to the black coloured gang appeared to have just recently been tagged over with red paint. This was the same as claiming ownership over this area.
Gary closed his eyes and concentrated on his ears. All his senses had been sharpened ever since he woke up with the Werewolf System. Listening carefully, he could hear the sounds of some people talking amongst themselves. Although he was unable to hear exactly what they said, he did make out the sound of a spray can. Opening his eyes he walked in the direction the sounds came from.
'It seems like luck is on my side tonight. But for the red colour gang to have spread this far out into the black colour gang's territory and to do it so brazenly… Surely they should know that the black colour gang works for the Underdogs… are they just brave, stupid… or do they actually have the backing of someone who is willing to go against Damion and his goons?' Gary thought as he stepped out.
“Hey, this ain't your territory! Do you really think you should be doing that?” Gary asked, his heart beating louder with every word he spoke. Just as he had heard, there were three of them, all wearing red colours. One of them was clearly holding a spray can in the midst of tagging yet another wall, but as for the others, Gary had no clue what type of weapons they might have on them.
[Defeat the remaining gang members!]
[Quest reward: 50 Exp per defeated person]
'This system…'
Chapter end
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