With only two hours until midnight, the greys decided to grab some pizza from the pizza shop located on the ground floor of their building, so they took their weapons and headed out.
It was a dark and cold night.
Once inside the pizza shop they were met by a heavyset, cross-eyed man with a moustache who had the most expressionless blank stare they'd seen in a while.
A true NPC in every sense of the word.
"Peeza... I got peeza," grunted the man.
Looking at the electronic menu board, the greys saw items such as butter chicken pizza, shawarma pizza, samosas, donairs and poutine.
A more suitable take-out place to represent the collapse of civilization couldn't exist, and no better server than this inbred goat rapist.
Unable to fathom eating such slop, the greys walked out the door with their cache of weapons and headed to the water shop to set up early.
The walk to the shop was typical.
Homeless drug addicts strewn out everywhere, where man and dog alike defecate on the pavement.
Once at the shop, they set up on the side of the building between the parked van and the wall.
There they unpacked their weapons and waited.
As they waited, people would occasionally stumble by; other times the silence was broken by random screams of terror in the distance.
Midnight came and went, but no Tyler.
One hour later, still nothing.
Another hour later and a car is heard approaching. It slows down and turns into the parking lot.
The greys grabbed their weapons.
The filler takes the shotgun, the washer the sword and the driver the crowbar.
The car parks by the front door, and the greys advance.
Angel stepped out of the driver's side door.
"Wait," whispered the filler.
They had not planned for this.
Right then a police cruiser drove into the driveway and stopped right behind the car. Then another arrived and parked beside it, and another one behind that one.
Two officers apprehended Angel, and two others pulled Tyler out of the passenger's side.
"This isn't my car... I'm not even driving... I want my lawyer... you Nazis can't arrest me," yelled Tyler as the officers dragged him to one of the cruisers.
He was trying to blame Angel.
The greys quietly left the scene and did so before the K9 unit arrived.
"The police saved Tyler tonight," said the bottle filler.
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