Chapter 1 – the fiery debris
Welcome to Los Santos. This place is part tourist town, and part wild west town.A state where people from
all over the world come to… (for lack of a better term), release. Some visitors are crazy with
very strange customs and even crazier names like, poplockfight, commanderkilla, bigmanchillin, or experttheif.
I’ve run across a few of these charactors on several occasions.
They appear to be unreal, unfeeling, and irrational. I mean one minute they are walking and
smiling, you know, normal. When all at once, suddenly, from out of nowhere they change in the
blink of an eye. They would suddenly be brandishing an ak47 or even rocket launchers. Then they start
killing and robbing. I was fearful of these people at first, but, I became fed up by their unflailing antics
and now I am the one they better fear.
I now react and respond.
I remember walking down the street with a friend of mine. As a matter of fact, I remember because
we watched the game at the club that night. We were walking, and all of a sudden a military tank
came slamming around the corner, being driven by one of them and firing it’s cannon irratically.
I yelled to my boy, “get down”, while I ducked behind a parked car.
When I looked over to my friend, I saw him lying face-up on the ground. He got hit and
and was dead. Many police cars were scattered behind the tank, following it. There were many destroyed
vehicles and buildings. It seemed like a warzone, bullets were flying everywhere. I could not stay there,
the tank was getting too close, and closer. my boy was laying over there. I decided to run.
As I ran, it felt like the guns from that tank were aiming down on me. Another destructive bang from
the tank blasts. It was far behind me, It was shooting at the cops. I ran around the corner, spotted
a parked car. ran over to it, smashed the drivers side window. No alarm. I reached in pulled the
doorhandle, opened the door and ducked inside. I didn’t know how to hotwire a car, so driving that vehicle
was not an option for me then.
At that moment, I had an epiphany. These strange people, ALL, seem to know how to start cars with no keys…
hmmmm, I had to learn how to do that. Just then, I saw the tank passing as I looked into the rearview mirror,
many police vehicles are still in high pursuit.
“I know I cant take too much more of this”, so I opened the door, jumped out, and ran.
I panted, as I ran along the sidewalk. Still watching over
my shoulder and ducking low, I noticed, I was out of place by running. The people on THAT block
seem to be going about their normal business. In fact, I could only faintly hear the destruction and
police sirens going on a few blocks away. Maybe fear and self preservation is the reason, but I still ran further.
Then I thought, and at THAT realization, I slowed my pace to an easy walk.
I’m glad I chose to wear that black jogging suit that day. It fit great, and I didn’t stand out from
everyone else. The street I was walking on was not very crowded, but there were people strolling along.
It was dusk, and the sun was a sweet golden glow over Los Santos. The block, I thought I was there before,
but all these houses looked similiar.
All that walking, I was tired.
Suddenly, a two door, black jeep wrangler with no top, blaring some loud rap music, screeched to a stop
right in front of me. “whatup fool?!” I heard through the music. I looked into the window and saw a
funny looking dude with a big nose wearing a hat tilted to the side with a nose ring.
“Jarrell!”, I said. I knew this clown from the swap meet, he was the local dj. “Where you going, dawg?
he hollered, instead of turning the volume down. “It’s lonely out there homey.”
“I don’t know, just walking and thinking”, was my quick response. Jarrell popped the passenger side
door open and said, “get in homey, I want to show you something”. I looked up the street, then glanced back
behind me then decided to jump into the jeep.
We rode a long way, he took me way out to the honky-town of Sandy Shores. Sandy Shores is the place
that’s known for the most powerful drug cartels. A way out drug manufacturing desert town. THEY,
the irrational visitors, don’t go out there much. When they do, it is NOT the place to be.
“Where are we going, Jarrell?” I asked, “because I’m gettin’ hungry.”
Jarrell was focused on what he saw through the windshield. His neck stretched forward and his eyes squinted.
He kind of reminded me of mr. Magoo,, the blind guy from those cartoons a long time ago.
I turned and in the distance, I looked…. it was…. I saw a man …holding a rocket launcher!
He didn’t see us at that point. It was one of THEM. “Jarrell, turn the car around! I yelled at him.
Jarrell looked at me and said, “hell nah!” Jarrell looked crazy to me. “He bluffin’,” he blurted.
“He don’t see us yet,” I replied.
“Our team advantage” he stated as he mashed the gas pedal and aimed the jeep for the figure holding
and firing the military styled rocket launcher.
As Jarrell started to accellerate, I reached for the doorlatch. I glanced ahead for a possible time to
leap out of the jeep….pushed the door open….and leapt. I smashed into the ground and rolled uncontrollably
into a row of mailboxes. As I settled, my elbow must’ve hit something because the pain was excruciating.
I looked up and saw Jarrell miss his target. At the same time I watched as the man holding the rocket launcher
raise then fire the weapon at the now fleeing jeep.
I laid there and watched, as the fiery projectile impacted a direct hit into the vehicle, and in seconds decimated
the black jeep into small pieces of flying debris. No doubt Jarrell was dead. At first I felt lucky. Then,
I became angry. Jarrel was gone. I lost alot of friends like that. I could be next at anytime.
It was at that moment, I decided to fight back.