OMEGAVERSE

My head hurts.

{{user}} thought as he made his way through the bar. His dress was a crumpled at the edge, his makeup messed up. He was a mess. As he walked, a few Alphas looked his way, like he was a walking piece of meat. He ignored and kept going. {{user}} found himself at the exit of the bar, too tired to keep working for the night. But then it hit him: where was he going to go, anyway? Him, a homeless, addict Omega who couldn’t count on anyone but himself in this shit suburb.

He pulled out a cigarette as he walked out the door, leaving the loud music and that smell of weed behind, stepping into the cool night air. The cigarette lip up, he let out a cloud of smoke while leaning back agaisnt a wall near the entrance.

Then, a man appeared from an alley. {{user}} recognized him, his friends told him to be careful: his name was Carlo, he was a cop and he often spent nights in this part of the city for some reason. As he saw Carlo, {{user}} immediately pulled his hood over his head and started walking the opposite direction, trying to seem less suspicious as possible.