Insanity is but a setback.

chapter... Fuck, one moment... Chapter 3: WHERE IS HE!?!

Jack POV

I've been waiting on John for about an hour now, no idea where he is and just got creeped the fuck out by a furry. Not. My. Day. Since he went to that god damn vender he's been missing, I'm gonna ask the vender weather he's seen him.

"Hey man, you seen my friend. 'Bout yey high? Dumbass?" I asked him hoping to god he knew.

"Yea' I saw him, just after he bought a crossbow from here went thata way." He pointed to the canteen.

"Thanks ma- wait! You gave him a bloody crossbow?!? Oh bollocks!" Pissing myself I looked around trying to find him. Then I saw the most awesome thing... Ever. An awpers hand with paint that made it look like it was from TF2. "Dude, how much for the AWP?"

"Hehe. Bit fickle there? One second you're looking for your friend, the next "Dude, how much for the AWP?" Eh, whatever. Hundred and fifty quid." He said. While £150 was rather steep, it seemed about right for the sniper.

"Deal!" I damn near instantly said, grabbing my halo wallet... Shut up. Pulling out two fifties, two twenties and one ten. And people say I have too much money in my wallet at one time.

Even the guy selling it laughed at my wallet. "Hahaha! Really? A halo wallet? Dear god that's funny! Whatever, I'm no one to judge, You're  giving me money for an awpers hand replica for god's sake. Nice costume by the way."

"Thanks." I simply said while handing him the money. Then, it dawned on me. "Shit, I still need to find Johnny. Little fucking spunk catcher!" I muttered the last part under my breath, sparing the attendee from the mental image.

"Hey. If you like I can give you an SMG and a bushwacka to finish the "loadout"." He said pulling said weapons seemingly out of thin air. "Seventy-five pounds for both." He said pointing at them.

"You got yourself a deal- wait. Is one of them floppy or somthin'?" I said questioningly.

"Nope, in fact they're both metal but the SMG don't work and the bushwacka is blunt. Still could beat the shit out of someone though." He said making my fears null and void.

"Alright then, fair enough. Do you take card?" I asked hoping yes.

"Yep." Get in!

"Alright, aaand, done." And then it just dawned on me. "Huh, you're costume aint bad yourself. Resident evil merchant, nice."

"Don't worry I'm sure you'll find your friend soon, now sleep."

'The fuck?' Was all I was able to think before I blacked out.