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I lay in the driver seat of my car, reclined all the way back, my bandana over my face to help me relax. It worked decently as a bed, and even better as a shelter. I knew that these honkies probably wouldn't let me come anywhere near their trashy RVs. Shit, they would have probably shot me dead if I even touched one of their over-glorified trailers. I chuckled at the thought of it, of how daft the prospect of them shooting someone they allied with. However, it still was a very real possibility. All the murderer would have to do was say it was just self defense and no one would bat an eyelash. After all, why would they think different, some black gang-banger got dangerously close to their own property, of course it was "self defense". Whatever, as long as I kept as far away from those WASP a-holes it was smooth sailing. I mean, free food and protection just for doing odd jobs here and there was a godsend in this sort of situation, even if I did had to deal with some rather colorful characters and their colorful vocabulary, especially at the start of this whole thing. I swear there was one bitch who actually said "Is that black guy gonna kill me?" behind my back. At least I could confine myself to the comfort and silence of my own car for most of the time, even if I didn't have any rolling papers.

With that said, there were a few outstanding fellows who were pretty cool, at least in my eyes. That chink kept quiet most of the time, he was weird, but at least he wasn't stupid. Other than that, there was another guy, some teenager, looked pretty jaded. He was way too reserved, rarely spoke, probably took either crack or meth in his spare time. The rest of the camp was populated with soldier boys, WASPs, or a mixture of the two. Although one guy was real weird, and I mean REAL weird. Some fuckin hobo who looked 5 years past his expiration date, and would probably croak the next time sneezed. I didn't give him any trouble, it really wasn't any of my business, judging the people here. Although I was a bit bummed by the disturbing lack of the opposite sex. I guess it really was true about what they do in the Army. But there was this one chick I saw before, white girl, looked like some sort of jailbait mixed in with a gallon of white trash. I guess it wasn't much, but I would have to make do.

Before I could really get to comfortable, some asshole started ringing what sounded like a bell, except more raw. Like someone decided to go full retard on a chamberpot. Now, I haven't heard much of this sound before, obviously it was meant to call my attention, but to what? We used it before, but we never really designated it to any specific activity, just to get everyone's attention. Dumbass honkies and their ambiguity.

I grabbed my AK and almost all my other gear. I managed to find a way to attach the handbag snugly to my hips, allowing for storage on-the-go. It looked rather stupid, but it was effective, as it allowed me to hold way more gear, until I managed to get some sort of backpack. I got out of my car, making sure to lock it, and headed over to the commotion already brewing. A few idiots moved away as soon as I got there though. Of course, making sure that they didn't get the negro virus or whatever they think.