The right eye twitches. Without hesitation, The_Twitcher steps out into the street, slowly taking in the smell of gunfire, the stench of blood, and the identities of the fallen.

Surveys the streets a bit longer in deep thought. The right eye twitching uncontrollably.  Yes indeed something went terribly wrong. Could this be a power struggle to stay on top or get to the top?  Yes. Could this be a lack of faith in a select few when they strongly suggested strategy is in order?  Yes

The_Twitcher heads up the street looking for a bar.  Someday new meat will be heard.

Madison walks along the sidewalk, carefully placing her steps to miss the dead bodies and splits in the concrete

"Fucking tweakers"

She clearly does not apreciate the stim addict

Glass to lips, I notice a lady known as  Madison_Maldicioina takes a  seat next to me. She appeared to be very strong.   I can hear her let out a long, sigh.  I take a longer look at her.  I Instruct the bartender whatever the lady wants is on me.

I reach in my backpack and pull out some scribbled down notes I had made on my journey.

Anna wanders past singing away to herself as she goes about her daily business.

"We're having a gang bang, we're having a ball, we're having a gang bang, against the wallllll..."