Once there was this young man who went by the name of Johnny. He lived in a small town all by himself with a population low to zero. He wakes up at 5 o'clock to do his daily 2 mile run. Crimes are scattering all over the place like stepping in a ant pile
" I don't feel safe out here" He thought. A few days ago a gang known as the cossels did a drive by and killed 13 people 2 blocks down. Citizens are reporting to the police seeing ghosts from the massacre.
"YOU'RE DEAD" Johnny roared
2 weeks later he was walking down the street going back to his apartment after working night shift. He heard crashing from inside. He pulled out his pocket knife that his dad gave to him when he was 9.
He felt the cold breeze from inside getting colder. He twisted the knob and it started to squeak loudly. He looked around and all he saw was destruction. His grandmothers vase, his moms sofa, destroyed. "Now you're dead meat!" Johnny barked.
He went further down the hall and saw a huge lump under the carpet, so he dug inside his pocket and tried to snatch his knife but it wad stuck. He finds a chair and grabs it by the bottom pegs and holds it up in the air ready for attack. "Meow." Johnny was infuriated.
His cat reached out of the carpet and purred. His reaction was priceless. He gently put down the chair and ran into the kitchen looking for his phone that he left on the counter. He looked at his phone, then at the broken vase, then at the cat, then back at the phone, then typed "How do you put a cat up for adoption?" Don't get a pet if you have valuable stuff you want to keep.