- Home Coming -
Trey: I am finally getting out of this place.

Trey arose from his bed finally with no tubes connected to his body. It took him a while to walk but he finally did it wasn't like he could ever forget.

Trey: Ahh shit. What happened to my home?

Trey quickly put on the jeans he was given along with a cheap wife beater.

Trey: Look like Binco is still around.

Trey was still shocked at what had happened but he had to get things in order. Trey then put on his cheap white shoes and sort of got checked out of the hospital. Once he got outside Trey snuck up to a newstand and snatched the latest newspaper and looked at the date.

Trey: Man...

It was September 5th, 1992. Trey then turned the page and read the headline.

Trey: Man wakes up after five years in a coma...Shit I made the paper.

Trey sighed and read the rest of the article and it talked about his mother and brother. Then Trey called a cab and got in.

Driver: Where to?

The Driver then looked back at Trey and looked wowed.

Driver: Hey, aren't you the guy...

Trey: No...and I am going to Glen Park.

Trey rolled his eyes as the throbbing pain returned this time without a flashback.

Trey: Damn, I gotta get this checked out.

- Glenn Park -

Driver: Alright kid. Here we are. That'll be...

Trey looked at him and Trey put his hands in his pocket as if he was gonna take something out.

Driver: Alright...It's on me.

Trey was proud of himself as the cab sped off but realised that would only work on punks and there aren't that many around Glenn Park.

Trey: Where my house?

Trey turned around and saw his old house all boarded up. It had "Seized" written on the boarded up door and on the windows but Trey didn't care.

Trey: Shit...

Trey broke the boards blocking the window and then shattered the window's glass and entered through and saw everything, suprisingly. Was still there.

Trey: This shit wasn't "Seized"

Trey was really confused as he walked through the house and started to smell smoke and he opened his living room door where four guys dressed in purple were just sitting there smoking. They were all his age.

Balla 1: Shit Trey...that you?

Trey was confused as the gang member stood up.

Balla 1: It's me man. It's Jerome!

Trey stopped for a moment and thought then remembered his best friend from highschool.

Trey: Oh shit! What you guys doin in my house?

Jerome: We couldn't let no one mess with it so we boared it up and made it our hq.

Trey: Who are these guys?

Jerome: You don't remember us man? Billy, Jay, Cody? You don't remember none of it? We was tight before you got shot homey.

Trey shook his head.

Trey: I can't believe I even forgot. What you guys been up to?

Cody: We all dropped out son. We too dumb. Unlike you.

Trey: Not any more man. I lost five years. I ain't goin back to school.

Jerome: So what you gonna do?

Trey sat down on his old rocking chair.

Trey: I'm gonna kill the guys who shot me up. That's what I'm gonna do.

Jay: Hell yea. Man this shit must have changed you lots.

Trey nodded and looked down.

Trey: You know it has man. So The Ballas still in contact with those Russian Arms Dealers?

Jerome: Fo' Sho. But the original ones moved to Las Venturas. There are new ones now.

Trey: You think the new Ruskies know where the old guys are?

Bill: Probably. But I bet they won't tell if they know who you is.

Trey had to figure something out but he wanted to catch up on old times first.

Trey: So what happened in the hood the past five years?

Jerome: At first. Everything was normal. You know. The usual gang war and stuff like that.

Jay: But lately. The Ballas' been gettin pummelled lately. The Grove Families have destroyed our crack factories, killed our OG's and taken over just about every territory. Luckily a small group was able to take over Glenn Park. But thats basically the only place we got so far.

The boys kept talking for an hour but Trey's friends finally had to go.

Jerome: Yo Trey. Me and the boys have gotta do some shit today. See ya later homey.

With that said Jay, Billy, Jerome, and Cody left out of the window and Trey finally got a moment of silence until he heard the screeching of tires and the sound of gun fire. Immediately once Trey heard the gun fire he hit the ground.

Gangster: Grove Street for life bitches!

The next thing Trey heard was the sound of what ever car was driven buring out into the distance. Trey couldn't believe it.

Trey: Shit!

Trey kicked open the front door and looked at his slain friends. They were all dead. Trey fell to his knees and is speachless.