Carlos Oliveira woke up like any normal day, he opened his eyes and brushed the sleep. He ran his fingers through his hair before promptly getting up and getting dressed. Carlos checked in the mirror, and did a quick few fixes in his hair before putting on the rest of his uniform on. Carlos is now a simple police officer, no longer willing to work for anyone higher up in the chain after being practically betrayed by his late comrade. Carlos grabs his handgun from the drawer of his bedside table, which had been left slightly ajar for easy and quick grab.
Carlos walked around the house casually, but suddenly something caught his eye. He glanced out the window to see a mass of people swarming the streets. All of them bumping and shoving each other. And now that Carlos was paying attention, he could swear he heard a few of them scream.
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