241 lines
13 KiB
Plaintext
241 lines
13 KiB
Plaintext
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|
= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
|
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|
|
|
Anarchy Anyone?
|
|
---------------
|
|
|
|
Every building within five miles had either been fortifed
|
|
or destroyed. The current state of anarchy had lead to the downfall
|
|
of the entire city. Over 50% of the original occupants of the city
|
|
had been killed in guerilla warfare, assassination, or outright murder.
|
|
There were no police to enforce laws, no judges to convict criminals,
|
|
and no jails in operation to hold lawbreakers. What was left of the
|
|
government buildings had been taken over because of the strength
|
|
of the building material.
|
|
Very few people remember the incidents that caused it to be
|
|
this way, and very few cared to remember. All that mattered any more
|
|
was day to day survival. You had to belong to a gang to survive. That
|
|
was one of the first rules you learned living in a state of anarchy.
|
|
Survival in numbers was more than obvious when you had to leave your
|
|
haven.
|
|
|
|
It had been a long week for Jase, not that he knew the days
|
|
that constituted a week. It had just been seven days of poor weather
|
|
on top of more skirmishes near his haven. He was part of a gang
|
|
called the KTOs. The name derived from their motto: "Keep To your Own".
|
|
Rather than venture out into the city and attempt haven takeover,
|
|
expansion, or material assessment, the KTOs stuck to what they had,
|
|
and worried about survival. As such, they were attacked very little
|
|
in the grand scheme of things.
|
|
It was his turn to make the rounds near the haven to ensure
|
|
properly set up warning defenses as well as the traps that encircled
|
|
the building. Each of the members knew everything about the traps, so
|
|
they could walk quite easily through them without alerting onlookers
|
|
to their presence.
|
|
Jase had made it halfway around the building to the North East
|
|
corner before he looked out very slowly at everything around him.
|
|
Things appeared as normal as they ever were. In the distance he could
|
|
hear sporadic gunfire but it was too far off to be a concern. 'Let
|
|
them kill each other' he thought. Jase continued around to the next
|
|
corner of the building and stopped at the corner of Steele St. and
|
|
18th Ave. He looked down the streets hoping to catch something.
|
|
Two blocks down Steele St. a pickup truck lie overturned.
|
|
The driver of the truck hung out the front window with glass spread
|
|
out around him. The pool of blood underneath the man told Jase he
|
|
had been dead for some time, and that most of the blood had drained
|
|
out. Several crates were strewn about the back of the truck, some half
|
|
open spilling various rifles and guns onto the street.
|
|
Jase counted four good boxes of firearms from where he was standing
|
|
but looked around before he appraised the goods. No one on the streets,
|
|
no one on the building tops nearby. Didn't look like a trap since most
|
|
of the boxes had been looted. Odds were the attackers couldn't carry
|
|
everything back, and figured on the guns being gone by the time they
|
|
returned. That would explain it.
|
|
Jase slung his shotgun on his back and pulled out his glock
|
|
before proceeding. He worked his way across the street, and down half a
|
|
block before stopping to check around him. He knew this area pretty well
|
|
since it was so close to home, but there was no way of telling if anyone
|
|
had entered the other buildings nearby. His soft jungle boots made no
|
|
noise as he slowly walked down the street.
|
|
He stopped at the corner of 19th Ave. and knelt down looking
|
|
around. He was still a block away, but he didn't want to walk into a trap.
|
|
Guerilla warfare tactics were often misleading, and applied to urban combat,
|
|
traps were set all the time. Jase remained kneeling at the corner
|
|
for a good hour before he crept down the next block. Halfway to the
|
|
overturned truck he stopped once again, leaning in a doorway to stay
|
|
hidden from any snipers. Everything seemed fine. The gunfire several
|
|
blocks away was still going and didn't promise to let up.
|
|
Fifteen minutes passed before he kept moving down the street.
|
|
This kind of cache would make the rest happy since they were always in
|
|
need of more weapons. If nothing else, more rifles sticking out of windows,
|
|
the more it looked like your gang had. More rifles usually meant less
|
|
attacks. He inched down the street staying near the old bank building
|
|
keeping an eye to the roof across the street each way. He had taken
|
|
about 10 steps away from the door he stopped in when he heard the click.
|
|
Everyone knew what that sound was. Everyone feared it equally. Jase
|
|
didn't know what to do exactly, so he stood up straight and held his
|
|
gun out to the side.
|
|
|
|
"What kinda piece you carrying?"
|
|
|
|
The voice behind him was deep, and sounded as if the person
|
|
had been around for a while. Most people in the city didn't live past
|
|
25 years because of all the fighting.
|
|
|
|
"Its a glock 20" Jase replied.
|
|
|
|
"Fed gun eh? I think I will use it. In good condition?"
|
|
|
|
"Perfect condition. Any chance of me keeping my life in
|
|
trade for the gun?"
|
|
|
|
"Course not dumbass. If I let you live, then I have one more
|
|
person to worry about tomorrow."
|
|
|
|
"I'm a KTO if that means anything. I don't jack with others."
|
|
|
|
"Sorry, in this day and age it doesn't matter. My bullets
|
|
can't tell the difference. Put the glock down slowly, and
|
|
set it at your feet. Stand back up and put your hands behind
|
|
your head."
|
|
|
|
"Yeah."
|
|
|
|
Jase knew not to try anything. It was a kid's myth that you
|
|
had enough time to turn and shoot. In every case to date, the people
|
|
that tried that ended up taking a bullet to the back of the head. Jase
|
|
was quite mad at himself for venturing out. He should have called back
|
|
to base and asked for at least a sniper to cover him if not a small
|
|
party to venture out. Either way, it was most likely over, but he
|
|
played the game anyway. Jase slowly stooped down and put the glock on
|
|
the ground before putting his hands locked behind his head.
|
|
|
|
"Is the shotgun loaded?"
|
|
|
|
"Yeah."
|
|
|
|
"Put your left arm straight up, and remove the shotgun with your
|
|
right. Set it down next to the glock and take three steps forward."
|
|
|
|
Jase did exactly as he was told. Maybe something would happen that
|
|
would at least let him get away if not kill his opponent. After he set
|
|
the shotgun down, he took three big steps foward and locked his hands
|
|
behind his head. His eyes darted around looking for something that might
|
|
help him.
|
|
|
|
"Ok. Nothing personal man, but you know how it is these days.
|
|
Its a dog eat dog world, and today isn't your day."
|
|
|
|
"Yeah."
|
|
|
|
No matter what Jase did, it wouldn't help. The guy had the gun
|
|
aiming straight at his back with at least 6 feet in between the two. If
|
|
he went for the gun he would have to turn and lunge. If he went another
|
|
direction, that gave more than enough time to empty the clip into his back.
|
|
Jase stood there. Three shots rang out and Jase clinched every muscle
|
|
in his body. No pain, no falling to the ground, nothing. He stood there
|
|
perfectly fine.
|
|
Jase snapped his head around to see his assailant lying on the
|
|
ground with two bullets holes in the back, and one in the head. Twelve
|
|
feet away was another man wearing a black beret and flak jacket. He
|
|
couldn't have been more than 18 years old, but had a cocky smile on his
|
|
face.
|
|
|
|
"Well well well, what do we have here. One of you KTO motherfuckers
|
|
it looks like. And lets see, some unidentified poor fool with
|
|
brains sunning themselves that did the work for me."
|
|
|
|
"Yeah."
|
|
|
|
"Ok, lie on the ground, put your hands on your head, and
|
|
bark like a dog motherfucker. And I mean bark loud. I want
|
|
to hear your ass ruffing like my old dog."
|
|
|
|
"<sigh> Yeah"
|
|
|
|
Jase got to the ground, lay on his stomach, and put his hands
|
|
above his head. If he was going to die, it wouldn't be barking like a
|
|
dog. He looked up at his new assailant.
|
|
|
|
"You know, you can still give up. Give me your gun, let me get
|
|
my glock back, and I will let you go." Jase replied.
|
|
|
|
"Ha, like you are in any position to bargain motherfucker, now
|
|
bark like a dog and I kill you quick."
|
|
|
|
Jase smiled, and nodded. His assailant looked down in time to
|
|
see his chest explode outward onto the sidewalk, and back up in time
|
|
to feel the second bullet streak through his head. He slumped to the
|
|
ground with gun in hand. Jase got up and retrieved his two weapons
|
|
before searching the two bodies near him. Jase gave a quick wave to
|
|
his friend on the top of his haven with the sniper rifle.
|
|
|
|
Jase removed all the clips and guns from the bodies, loaded
|
|
his own pockets down with everything else he could find. Retreating
|
|
quickly, he kept checking over his shoulders to make sure no one
|
|
else was nearby, happy to be out of that situation alive. He made
|
|
it back to the first intersection where he watched for an hour and
|
|
crossed the road quickly. Jumping onto the sidewalk in a half run, he
|
|
made it two more steps before the explosion assaulted him from the
|
|
front. Jase stopped quicly and watched as the explosion ripped through
|
|
the entire first level of his haven shot outwards in all directions.
|
|
It was obvious an expert planted the bomb as the other five
|
|
stories of the building crashed down on top of the first. Jase couldn't
|
|
believe it. His home for two years was crashing down, his best friend
|
|
on top. He could only see the long barrel of the sniper rifle for a
|
|
quick second before it was lost in the rubble and dust cloud. Good sense
|
|
kicked in as the rest of the building tumbled, and Jase ran into the
|
|
old phone building he stood near. It was only three stories, but would
|
|
give him shelter and allow him to watch the rest of the building fall.
|
|
He sprinted up the three flights of stairs and burst out onto
|
|
the roof. The sound of the explosion and falling building had subsided,
|
|
but the dust cloud was visible to all within a mile of them. Jase
|
|
holstered his glock and walked slowly to the edge of the building.
|
|
As he approached he could see the enemy standing near the fallen building
|
|
already. There were at least eight of them, standing in a semi-circle.
|
|
He thought about his shotgun but he was out of range. He would be lucky
|
|
to hit any of them with the spread.
|
|
He yanked out his glock ready to start going after the killers
|
|
of his family. As he kneeled down, he felt the first bullet rip through
|
|
his right shoulder causing him to drop his handgun. The next shot hit him
|
|
square in the back causing a deep and intense pain. The third and
|
|
fourth killed him.
|
|
|
|
From the other side of the roof came another figure. He walked
|
|
up cautiously to the man he had just shot. His victim lay slumped over
|
|
the the side of the building blood flowing out. His boss was right, another
|
|
KTO had been outside the compound when they blew it. Oh well, that entire
|
|
gang no longer existed. As he headed back to meet with his friends,
|
|
he could hear gunfire less than a block away.. getting closer.
|
|
|
|
|
|
DisordeR
|
|
|
|
ps: anarchy anyone?
|
|
|
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|
= Questions, Comments, Bitches, Ideas, Rants, Death Threats, etc etc... =
|
|
= Internet : jericho@netcom.com (Mail is welcome) =
|
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|
= gote land +27.31.441115 =
|
|
= Arrested Development +31.77.3547477 =
|
|
= Chemical Persuasion 203.324.0894 Celestial Woodlands 214.252.6455 =
|
|
= that stupid place 215.985.0462 Hacker's Haven 303.343.4053 =
|
|
= E.L.F. (NUP) 314.272.3426 Misery 318.625.4532 =
|
|
= Dungeon Sys. Inc. 410.263.2258 Psykodelik Images 407.834.4576 =
|
|
= Paradise Lost 414.476.3181 Black SunShine 513.891.3465 =
|
|
= underworld_1995.com 514.683.1894 Digital Fallout 516.378.6640 =
|
|
= PSYCHOSiS 613.836.7211 Bad Trip 615.870.8805 =
|
|
= Plan 9 716.881.3663 suicidal chaos 718.592.1083 =
|
|
= Phallic Paradise 801.944.7353 Purple Hell 806.791.0747 =
|
|
= Atrocity Exhibition 905.796.3385 Phoenix Modernz 908.830.8265 =
|
|
= The Keg 914.234.9674 =
|
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|
|
= Files through Anonymous FTP: FTP.NETCOM.COM - /pub/je/jericho/FUCK =
|
|
= FTP.WINTERNET.COM - /users/craigb/fuck =
|
|
= FTP.GIGA.OR.AT - /pub/hackers/zines/FUCK =
|
|
= ETEXT.ARCHIVE.UMICH.EDU - /pub/Zines/FUCK =
|
|
= Files through WWW: ftp://ftp.netcom.com/pub/je/jericho/jericho.html =
|
|
=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
|