Chapter 2

A few hours had passed since Greg stole the wagon. The sun was setting in the horizon, but Greg did not mind because he had finally arrived at a town! Though riding the wagon was much fun for Greg, after careful consideration, he decided to ditch it. The town he arrived at seemed kinda shit, so he was a little disappointed, but it was better than nothing.

He tried to walk into the town but he was stopped by a guard.

Guard: "Who are you? A merchant?"

Greg: "No… actually, I am lost. Can you please tell me where this is?"

Guard: "This is Norman Town."

Greg: "I have not heard of this 'Norman Town before', but do you have a phone or something that i may borrow?"

Greg asked for a phone, but the guard looked confused and told him that he had no such thing. Only after paying the useless guard some of the money that he found in the wagon, was he given permission to enter the city. The guard would not accept the money he had in his wallet, so it was safe to say that he was not in his own country anymore.

After walking through the town for a while, looking for a police station or somebody who could help him, he bumped into some thugs. It was a group of seven large, built men. Some of them had various weapons on their waist.

Thug: "Oi, where do you think you are going, you little shit!"

This was definitely not something Greg could handle even with his somewhat impressive combat skills. The thug put his hand on Greg's shoulder as he tried to pass by them.

Thug: "Not even gonna say sorry, are you? It seems I need to teach you some fucking manners then."

The thug raised his arm in a threatening way. He was about to do something but-

"NIKO!!!"

A woman's voice was heard. The thug threatening Greg was startled as he heard his name.

???: "What do you think you are doing to this man?"

Niko the Thug: "Sorry boss, but this turdface bumped into me first so i was just gonna-"

The woman that the thug called 'boss' brushed him off and came up to Greg with a stern face. The boss woman stood between Greg and the other thugs. She started to speak but Greg was not listening as he was too pissed to think about anything.

Boss woman: "I'm sorry about my subordinates bothering you sir. My name is Carla and i work for-

The boss woman seemed to think highly of Greg, probably because of his nice clothes, which stood out quite a bit in this crappy town. But before she could finish her introduction Greg interrupted her.

Greg: "NONE OF YOU FUCKING SHITHEADS MOVE OR YOUR BOSS WILL GET IT"

Greg had pulled out his Karambit knife and quickly put the woman in a choke hold.

The thugs: "BOSS!!!"

Niko the thug: "Hey what the fuck do you think you're doing!?"

They seemed to get quite worked up as a result of Greg's sudden actions. The thugs and Greg were in a stand-off. The thugs didn't dare move because of the strange knife nearing their boss' neck, but Greg was also unsure of what to do as he did not think ahead.

Greg wanted to kill them all, but even with their boss as his hostage it would be very hard. Somebody seemed to have alerted the nearby guards, as he was being surrounded by people with swords.

Greg was a prideful man, so if he had to choose between letting go and begging for his life, or killing and getting killed, then he would always choose the latter.

The thugs: "BOSS!!!! NO!!!!"

Greg cut the throat of the boss woman and then charged towards the other thugs. He only managed to wound a few of them before he was beaten to the ground by the group. His consciousness was fading away as he heard the shouts of the guards.

"LADY CARLA HAS BEEN ATTACKED!!! SOMEBODY GET A MEDIC!!!"

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*drip* *drip* *drip*

Greg's consciousness was slowly returning. He heard water dripping from somewhere. He swept his eyes across the room he was in. He seemed to have somehow survived and had been locked up somewhere underground.