wally. six. cb.

I'm a fighter first and a killer second.

Despite Joey's vision of me in that little head of his, I am not the hero he deserves to believe in. I am just an angry guy from a nowhere place who deals with drugs. Protection is what I tell him. I protect people who are important and need it. Joey didn't have to know that I'm working in the drug ring of Six that plagues this pathetic district. Instead, I smile and laugh at his antics because I am a brother first and brothers are supposed to look out for their younger siblings. That's how I found myself there in the first place.

Money to put on the table with my drugged out parents and starving little brother. Someone had to rise up to take care of him and if my ma and pops weren't going to, well then there was only one option. It's not as violent as most would think. I am mostly just supposed to look big and tough; handle any situations that aren't running smoothly. Realistically, I should have gotten enough money to last us until I got a real job, but things change. Parents are thieves and drug addicts who steal money and I've already sold my soul to a demon.

So fuck it.

I might as well continue helping a drug ring.

The Numbahs had become my friends faster than I thought they would. They saw past my anger and hot headed temper. We've all got our issues, but that's what lets us thrive in this business. We cover each other's weaknesses. It's not a surprise that I'm still working with the gang. After all, I finally found my place here among people who actually care. Before now, I was just a lonely kid with fucked up parents, but now I have them.

The Numbahs.

My Family.