…about 6 months ago, I live in a neighborhood that’s ruled by a street gang calling themselves The Devil’s
Hoard. It’s leader is called Pagan Pete. They ruled with fear and anyone who stands up to him die. That’s what
happened with my father when he stood up to him. So I live alone now. Things looked grim until one day, an old
friend of mine called “Hello?” I said “Hey Josh,” said the voice “It’s me, Nate.” It’s Nathaniel McConroy, but I
call him Nate. “Hey Nate, it’s been a while. How are you these days?” I asked.
“I’m doing good,” Nate said, “We need to hook up. Can you meet me at the Stillwell Ave. Subway Station at 5?” I
said “Coney Island eh? Sure why not? I’ll be there.” Nate says “Perhapse, but first I got something to show you.
I’ll see you then.” As I hung up the phone, I forgot the nearest Subway station is a block away and that gang is
always in front of the building waiting for their tribute and they expect us to pay up or else. I checked the
clock, 4:00 and it takes an hour ride to get to Coney Island so I left my apartment and checked outside….