Escape To Orient City

The DIY Store

The town of Harpen may be broken, but it's still got its spots where it can be quite great. But because the Jargo's are multiplying quickly, this won't last for long. Medact Lane used to be empty, in a good way. There were never a Jargo to be seen in that area. Sure, Medact Lane was still run down, but it was the last place where the grass grew. The water stream running through the hill provided me, not only with clean water, but freedom. There were no where else I would choose to escape to, other than Medact Lane.

I swiftly run down Hayden's street, approaching a tiny DIY store in the middle of town. Cracking the door open, I see a man at the counter. He's sweating profusely, and seems to be panicked about something. "What do you want from me?" I heard the man shout. But nobody answered. The only sound audible was the sound of crashing and heavy metal falling to the floor. With the door only cracked open a small portion, I couldn't see what was attacking the shelves. I glimpse into the window instead. Then I see it. A Jargo can be seen throwing his weight about. It seems to be looking for something... "Stop! Please! This is my families only source of income!" He wails. But that doesn't stop the Jargo from kicking about paint and throwing tools from the shelves.

After about ten minutes of destruction, the Jargo seems to be unsatisfied and glares at the shop keeper. "Please leave" He cries. The Jargo continues to stare straight into his soul. "Please don't hurt me. I have a family!". With these last words the Jargo screamed. I ducked, avoiding impact from the window that had segregated into thousands of tiny pieces. The scream blared for about 30 seconds. I tip toe my way to the back of the shop, so the Jargo doesn't see me on the way out.

The creature lurks out into the dim light of the street. I watch it pace out of town, getting ready to witness the crime scene that awaits inside.
Slowly approaching the door, I feel my heart thumping in my chest. I brace myself for a minute before finally deciding to step inside.

Grasping the door handle, I lurk through the passageway. My eyes remain closed until I was ready to expose myself to this horrific scene. I feel my way along the wall, tracing the cement gaps between each brick. My foot got caught on a metal sounding object, causing me to tumble into a puddle of red paint. "Ugh, you have got to be kidding me" I sigh. Opening my eyes, I realise this was not the consistency of paint, but blood. In the moment of realisation, I quickly jump up from the floor. With the blood dripping off of my sleeves, I stare in complete horror of the scene unfolding infront of me.

The lifeless body laid slumped upon the countertop. Blood dripping from his ears. His facial expression showed nothing but fear, portrayed with an open mouth and wide eyes. He looked like he was in his late 40's. Quite a stocky man. The hand that laid upon the counter held money, almost like the man was offering the Jargo money to save his own life. Poor soul. The Jargo race has no sympathy whatsoever. His family are probably struggling with debt right now; As we all are. This won't be just a heartache for his family, but holds economic downfalls, which will most likely lead the family to eventual death.

I need to find his family.