TRASH

Its late, you wanna go home and you just don't fuckin' care anymore.

"Alright go the fuck in."

He looks a little surprised, but he goes in. This is soon followed by loud noises and shouting.
"MEL! Get this fucker off of me!"
You run inside and smash the junkie in the back of the head until he stops moving.

"Holy shit, did I kill him?"
"I dunno, I hope so. Mel why the fuck did you let him in here in the first place?! Didn't I tell you nobody was supposed to come in?! Look at this place! My fuckin' work station is ruined! Test tubes broken, beakers destroyed, my fucking stove was ripped out of the wall. Whew now there's a gas leak."
"Your burner's still working." You point out as it lies on the floor still shooting out flame.
"OH SHIT! I GOTTA TURN THAT OFF!!!!!" Sam yells.

While you immediately run out of the door pushing drug zombies out of the way, Sam rushes to turn his Bunsen burner off, but is met with a small fireball flare, followed by a spectacular explosion.

You make it, but you can't say the same for Sam or some of his customers. The ones that lived though seem to congregate around the fire trying to get high off the fumes. Soon the fire department arrives and attempt to put out the flames as onlookers watch like its most excitement they've had in years. You go back to your trailer and Tina's just getting home.

"What got set on fire?"
"My money and former place employment." You say unemotionally.
End Of Story