Two shots echoed through the alley. Words are exchanged, sirens are sounded. The sirens arrive and reveal the riot patrol. A riot has broken out amongst the people. In these cases, there is only one thing to do, run. Run as far away as possible. The crowd overwhelms the patrol. Chaos is everywhere. Erik Lashkin scurries away from the riot. The riot has gone out of control. The riot patrol vehicle is quickly a hot commodity. Erik runs into an apartment building to escape the madness. A bookcase is the door to his simple room. Behind the bookcase, a vast collection of numerous books exists. Erik escapes into his room, and grabs a book and a pen. He scribbles a few simple notes into the journal which is seen as:
"
The madness... Riots are daily... The people scavenged the vehicle that they saw... Haven't had a vehicle for five years, no one has. Vehicles were no longer in production after the... well, yeah.. everyone knows what happened there. The fallout caused lots of damage to numerous things. How could all of this happen? It's not as though we didn't try, we simply did not achieve... achieve..."
The production of vehicles had stopped five years ago. Five years ago everything changed. One fateful day, and everything changed. The fall had come and brought terror with it.
