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Enzyme runner fic that I wrote out of boredom

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You woke up one day, looking around at your dilapidated apartment, you can't help but wish for something better. You decided to pour yourself a bowl of cereal, without any milk because you cant afford it.

While you were eating, you heard something below your apartment, you couldn't help but go look from your window. Below you see two people, one in a yellow mask with a smiley face design on it, which you recognize as a member of the Smiley Familey gang, the other person seems to be nobody of note, you notice something being handed over to the Smiley member, a vial filled with Necroenzyme, the Smiley member nods, before handing a wad to cash to the other party, before walking away.

You come up with an idea, taking a knife from your kitchen, you stash it in your jacket pocket before heading out to find someone who you might be able to rob, that chance comes, you see someone with a vial, you take out your knife, charging at them. The knife slips into their body, you quickly grab the vial they had and run.

 

After a bit of running, you slip into an alleyway, you take a closer look at the vial, the Necroenzyme inside of it looking like liquid gold at this point, but before you can look too long, some thug comes out, brandishing a firearm, and speaking in a commanding tone "Hey bud, you have something I want, just hand it over, and there won't be any problems." You take a look at the thug, and a look at the Necroenzyme vial in your hands, unwilling to let it go, as the thug stands moving closer, your hand slips into your jacket and pulls the knife out, lunging at the thug, you hear a loud bang.

 

You're on the ground, a hole through your leg. Looking around, you see that the thug is on the floor, your knife right through his neck, which seemingly killed him immediately. Steeling your nerves, you crawl over to his body, looking through his pockets, finding a spare magazine, a wallet with $9.50 in change and an ID, revealing his name was "James Demarco", you try to get up, but the pain in your leg causes you to lean against the wall as you realize what just happened... You killed a man, and you can hear sirens starting to come nearer.

Stuffing the vial into your pocket, you start to limp away from the alleyway trying to find somewhere safe, your leg gives in, sending you falling onto the road, as a police car drives through, you cant do anything as the car hits you and everything fades to black.