Jules Thorn juked to the left and dodged the brawling people throwing furyous fists into eachother. What the fuck is going on? He started running away from this instant riot that had appeared when he rounded the corner, he ran fast, he always had been a good runner.
He couldn't believe what he saw going on around him.
Burning cars, people running every direction, many of them armed with improvised weapons.
How could something like this have developed so soon. Jules ran on past the horrible scene of a man being run down by a El Camino, driving the body into a lightpole with a horrid pop as the man's intestintes left his body like a greasey belch. So horrible!
"What the fuck what the fuck!", Jules screams as he blazes down the sreet, it sounds like a grenade went off a couple of blocks to the left.
Police car sirens wailed everywhere, Jules ran into a used books store,
straight past the owner, a old man with white puffy hair,
and towards the back of the place, a peacefull eye in the center of the outside storm.
The man just looked out the window of his musty store,
not taken aback by the insanity going on outside.
The walls shook from a explosion, a grenade? Books fell down from they're tall shelves,
bounceing off of Jules a few large tomes striking him in the head.