Novastoke: A Short Story

The sun was slowly setting from its rightful place in the sky, soon bringing the night sky over the metropolitan city of Novastoke. The city was very lively on a daily basis always leaving people with something to do and never allowing boredom to exist. Isaac walked with his hands in his pockets as he looked around looking at each shop. He wore a sleeveless white t-shirt which was filled with holes, khaki pants, which had dirt all over it and worn out black sneakers. He was a dark skinned male, 5’9 with a spiked crew cut with crimson colored eyes. He was being accompanied by his friends Tocino and Epsilon who were planning to steal some food from a local food joint. Tocino was a short werepig standing around 3’11, bubblegum pink skin, small tusks and wore black shorts with grass stains and a black headband. Epsilon was a slightly tan male standing at 5’8 with brown dreads and green eyes. He wore a shamrock green
“He’s running south on 8th street heading to Novastoke slums.”

“Copy that,” The voice said on the walkie. “We’ll send units to block him off. Over and out”

Isaac kept on running while he saw the police cars attempting to block him off. He just smiled and turned as he changed his direction going into an alleyway. Isaac had planned to meet Tocino and Epsilon in the sewers and travel back to the slums of Novastoke. As soon as he found the manhole cover he attempted to lift it, but was caught by a kick to the face. He couldn’t make out the face while being in a daze while laying on his back looking up at the sky. The policeman stood over him and reported the current status of his target on the walkie.

“The target is down on the ground I’m cuffing him and bringing him in,” The policeman said.

“I got the pig kid,” Another officer said on the walkie. “The other kid with the dreads got away