Sociopath Community

                                                                                  The current setting is in a post apocalyptic world, months after government collapse .                        

                                                                                                                                             ACT I

The road was wet, his coat damp and his hood soaked with the previous night's rain. It was early in the morning as Systematic followed the winding dark road uphill to the trading market. Losing himself in the repetitive thud of his combat boots on the wet, cracked asphalt as he scanned his surroundings casually. Admiring the bitter cold pinch of the autumn air and how it stripped the countless trees around him of their leaves. The scent of dead, wet foliage filled and chilled his nose with each breath he took in as he continued along the road with his rifle, cold and wet in his hands. He pulled and plucked at his ski mask as it stuck to his neck, picking up his pace in a march-like fashion as he rounded the winding curb of the road. He counted his footsteps in his head “17….18….19….20, turnaround” as he routinely peered over his shoulder, making sure he didn’t spot anyone. When he turned to face the road again he saw the rusting stop sign with the words “market” spray painted in blue across it. Systematic slowly slid the rifle over his shoulder until it rested on his back, he gripped the sling firmly from the front and continued past the sign.

When he finally rested his eyes on the market it was fairly empty compared to what it was the last time he was here. The same 6 wooden stands, vendors offering everything from food to munitions were there engaging would-be customers and anyone that passed by. He could hear the chatter of bartering and voices as he neared the market. “15-20 people maybe” he thought, soon after he answered himself thinking “It’s going to be hard for us to find work at this rate, market is dying” Systematic disregarded the doubting voice in his head and marched closer to the market, looking for a trading caravan. His eyes darting back and forth between person to person from behind the scarf wrapped around his face, looking for anyone familiar. The crowd consisted of men and women, all wearing coats and sweaters of some sort. All of them bulging oddly because of the multiple layers underneath. Dirty faces, suspicious looks and harsh glances were all that greeted Systematic as he stepped inside the crowd, weaving between them. Something caught his eye as he traversed through the crowd, one stand was empty. He looked at the name of the stand and saw the familiar sign “Dr. Trypt’s”. “Hmm, usually this was thee busiest stand.” he thought before hearing a voice behind him yell “HEY GRAY! IS THAT YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?!”

Before Systematic could turn around he had a grin on so big it cracked his lips, he recognized that voice instantly, he turned around to see Virus sitting down at rusted aluminum bench, drink in hand beckoning him over. “I thought for sure your old ass had died by now old man” Systematic jokingly muttered as he sat across from Virus, still wearing an combat vest underneath a coat that read “RIOT FORCES” in faded lettering across it. “Nah, I slipped out while out on a night patrol, I thought for sure YOUR ass was dead after the shit you pulled” he said as he laughed. Taking a serious tone, Systematic replied curtly with “You know why I did what I did” his eyebrows staring at Virus in menacing manner as he felt an old anger arise. “yea, yea I know, relax. I don’t blame you for it, you could’ve been more subtle though.” Systematic retorted “It is, what it was. I don’t have any regrets.” as he leaned back stretching his back. Virus took another drink out of his liquor bottle and muttered “so what have you been doing here” his voice was a little slurred but Systematic ignored it “protecting traders, taking odd jobs, whatever pays. How long have you been in this area?” “Not long” Virus answered “Mind filling me in about the area?” “Sure” Systematic replied, “This region is dominated by two factions, The Flock and The Alpine Group.” Virus interrupted Syst by saying “tell me about the flock, I’ve heard that being muttered around here” Systematic giving Virus an annoyed stare answered “yeah, you probably have. Bunch of sadistic, cult fucks that eat people that cross them, steer clear if you can that might be difficult though, their territory swallows most of this region. North side mainly, anything past the Soot River” Virus widened his eyes “Cannibals? well that’s just great” Systematic replied amusingly “You don’t even know the half. I trade with them occasionally whenever I run across any drugs, it’s all those fucks do I swear.” Virus’s eyebrows shot up “okay, so drugged up and cannibalistic?” Systematic laughed “They’re also religious fanatics and are led by some fucked up pastor. Most of the time if they aren’t eating people they deduce into orgies and getting high.” Virus gave an amused grin and shrugged “well, at least they know how to party. What’s up with their leader?” Systematic huffed through his nose “He’s a prick. Sensible though. As violent as they all act, he’s the most sadistic fuck out of them all, just keeps it all under wraps.” Virus acknowledged with a head nod “yeah, I’ll steer clear of them. Tell me about this other group, the Alpines.” Systematic grinned “Do you remember Corporal Crow? from 2nd platoon?” Virus’s eyebrows raised in a amused manner “bossy bitch? yeah how could I forget.” Systematic replied with “well, she got out and convinced cain to ditch the Riot Forces with her. Started up her own band up at the old Alpine Resort hotel down south of the region.” As Virus swallowed another gulp of hard liquor and cleared his throat he muttered “no shit? figures.” Systematic continued with “They’re friendly enough, best trained in the region no doubt. You’ll see some of them around here with the blue-green flecktarn uniforms. Small band of around 20 members, the Flock is almost 3 times as large with far better access to firearms and munitions. Decent people, I trade with them as well whenever I have surplus rounds or find any rifles.” Virus asked “are the two factions going against one another?” Systematic replied quickly with “not yet, from what I hear tensions are rising though.” With that Systematic got up, his throat dry he himself was going to grab something to drink. “I’ll be back” he muttered as he stepped back towards the market. “alright gray” virus said before taking another sip.

women huh. if only men could all live together and fuck each other and the wretched cunt monsters would all go extinct.

I get it, I treated you trash, and there you are trying to do something about it.

I'll be adding a prologue to it soon, in hopes of giving it a darker mood. Though the main character shares my name, it isnt me. It portrays that small voice in the back of my head, that inner-critical voice with a separate personality of it's own. It is that character alone and I hope to show it in it's entirety, it's flaws and it's strengths. More background and more insight on the deteriorating mental state of this character. 

i love this! this is better than most dialogue used in action movies or game plots

awesome. will i be making an appearance at some point? :D

Of course. it wouldn't be a SC story without you.

Did you buy me trash as a treat or just miss the word like out the sentence?

can you tell me when exactly this happened? I don't believe we've spoken much before. 

Chills Syst...god at the chills. I'm ready for more already, honest to goodness, I would order it off Amazon legit, just to read the rest! GET TO WORK!

lol