The Plague, The Stranger, and The Fall
Sex, drugs, and violence. Currently in development, this is a story set in a world five minutes from now. New chapter published every other Sunday.
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It started with a dream. A nightmare.
I must have dozed off on the train coming back from Mitchel’s.
Mitch lived on the other side of the city, in the kind of neighbourhood that you normally try to avoid. Junktown, we called it. Not because it was dirty, though it was that as well, but because when RED first flooded the streets years ago — the majority of it landed in the hands of traffickers operating there. A drug lab found a way to cut the pills with other chemicals, increasing their potency. The trade-off for a meaner high was a higher price. Included was a laundry list of nasty side-effects — tax for the addicted. The comedown alone was brutal enough to make you lose your mind. Literally.
Most people carried enough supply to never have to. The world as we all saw it was largely split in two — dealers and users, and the dealers used too. A regular shit show. Rumour had it that the lab was buried somewhere in the heart of Junktown, though no one ever bothered to look for it — not even the cops. It was widely believed, and really, common knowledge, that the cops used as well — getting their supply at wholesale prices. Besides, for every cop there were twice as many pushers, and for every city — a lab, cutting their own version of RED. There was no reason not to use.
Press a button, get RED.
The purest caps came to you as if by magic. A perfect, completely decentralized system fed by crypto-currency. No one knew who was behind it, and every lab was a node in a massive network, feeding back into it.Read on Medium