[hr] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190209/015d4bb2b0b73ffff17fb1e0e6577e27.png[/img][/center] [hr] The elderly man walked along the street, muttering to himself. What the fuck was going on these days. People going around biting each other like they were lunch, what the hell could it be? Don felt he had a pretty safe wager it was some sort of drug making people like this. Kids were snorting all sorts of shit these days, and while he appreciated a bit of irony himself it seemed that they worshipped it nowadays. He heard from a worker at one of the shelters that for a joke kids were snorting condoms. Now that did sound like something that people his age made up to be pretentious to young folk but the more he saw the new generations the more he felt like joining in the pretentiousness. There was also that drug, what was it now... it made you eat people or something like that. Kids, eh? As he walked along he nearly tripped on a pair of street urchins. Wait, what the fuck? This was twenty-first century America, street urchins don't exist! Donny looked down at the offending kids and sighed in recognition. The Chalky boys, they ran away from home and miraculously managed to both avoid getting taken back, and dying in an alley to someone not quite right in the head. [color=#DCDCDC]"Jesus Christ kid! Watch where you're going."[/color] [color=f7976a]"Not our fault you're a blind old fag!"[/color] Don's arm shot out at the neck of the younger of the two, quite tight on his shoulder. [color=#DCDCDC]"You're asking for an ass whooping, children. I'm going to give you three seconds to apologize before I give you a spanking TV shows give the eighteen-plus for violence label for. Then I'll give you to the cops so you can get back to whatever the hell it is you ran away from."[/color] Vague mutterings with the idea of an apology came but he felt like he deserved more. [color=#DCDCDC]"What was that? Speak up, louder if you please."[/color] [color=f7976a]"Sorry."[/color] Came the response from both boys. [color=#DCDCDC]"Well how about that. Now why the hell is there blood on you, you've been hanging out with the rest of the bums right?"[/color] [color=f7976a]"Some old guy got bit!"[/color] One of the kids shouted, to the anger of his brother. He was about to silence his sibling until Don gave him quite the nasty stare. Assured internally he wouldn't be interrupted, Don looked back to the Chalky that spoke with an encouraging nod. [color=f7976a]"I... I don't know much more than that. He had a dog and he looked fucked up. Got bit or something, maybe his dog got in a fight with another dog. I don't know. He's with that doctor guy now but he got blood everywhere."[/color] [color=#DCDCDC]"Fuck."[/color] Was all that Sebastian Barretto could muster. An old guy with a dog? Maybe this was one of his older friends Patrick. He hadn't seen him around lately but if that was him it would be shit to see him die to a bite. A lot of homeless folks had dogs, they helped fight off some fucker who thought he had a claim on the bottles you gathered for one, and they were like portable radiators when you came right down to it. Besides, as a homeless gentleman you didn't have to clean up their turds. Nobody talked about it, but you could always eat the poor things. Still, now was not the time to think about the hobo economy: now was the time to see what the fuck was up. The old vet sprinted as best he could which was admittedly not very well until he reached the camp. He stood for a minute or so catching his breath but his respite was cut short — somebody had started screaming. Again he took to his feet, hearing the all too familiar squelching noise of tooth upon flesh. [color=#DCDCDC]"Do something you prick!"[/color] He shouted to Sean, running over to shove the old man away for at least a little safe room to be made.