001: My Ghost Town

“Death strikes among us. I stared into the eyes of a skull, frozen of fear, but was all too familiar. Whilst the city shines bright, the dark coincides in it. This place isn’t all of what it seems. The powerful, the rich, and the murderous gather here to feast on the weakest of links. This place requires the fending of yourself.”

To best believe it be true, was my option. Like me, most people in this world are left undiscovered. I finally found the way out of this menacing city into “The Abyss of Nothingness.” No word of that title was to be true, because there were things that were made to keep you from living. Beasts beyond horror coincide here, while some are like me, neutral, some are vicious, and would rather watch someone’s heart be ripped from their body.
Fifteen years ago, the ministry of defense here in the Hooded City decided to create these monsters to protect us from the outsiders, but the monsters didn’t have souls, and murdered everyone they saw. The outsiders were people that tried to bring diseases, and chaos to the city. This was the only city remaining of all in this country, well, from what I heard. These people were almost entirely consumed by the disease, which would kill them in under a day. Safety restrictions aren’t even put in place inside of the city, except the fact that no one can leave, and that there’s a colossal wall around the city.

The problem about keeping people in the city was that most of them were poor, and most were rich. Many were greedy, and many would kill to get what they want. Life wasn’t a get, go, gone here in this city. You had to remain a lone-wolf for the rest of your life. You couldn’t trust anyone.

My parents learned the hard way, they tried to protect the weak links in their part of the city, which was a small, dark back alley. They retaliated against the semi-terrorists which were threatening the people there, then they were shot. In cold sweat, I watched blood explode from both of their chests. While all I did was watch their death and did nothing about it. I still feel dreadful. I just wanted to die that day. But what wanted me to move on, was the fact that there still could’ve been something out there  in “The Abyss of Nothingness.”

Here now, I stood on top of the city wall, while the wind blew harshly upon me. My cloak undulated in the wind. I felt like a lone desert wanderer, in which I would become. It was a long way down the wall, I wasn’t ready, I knew I needed more time.
I turned back, hesitantly, and went back down the wall, back into the city. If there was anything I would do for the whole day, it was for me to stand on that wall, and look upon “The Abyss of Nothingness”, watching the monsters roam around, and watching outsiders run toward the wall, only to be eaten alive. I’ve seen enough gore to the point that I can bleed out and not die.

I climbed down the stairs that lead to the top of the wall. People were sitting on the guardrail at the bottom of it, and gave me a nosey look. I walked away from them, but it wasn’t like I’ve seen anything like that, I’ve seen it enough. In fact, I almost got beaten up for just staring at someone, but I’m fast, and they’re slow, so you should know how that turned out.

I arrived at home, a little tent in a back alley, which was on top of a building. The apartments here are stacked on top of each other, so the sky is technically filled with buildings. I can see the sky perfectly, because the alley I’m in is at the top of one of these stacks. Anyways, I walked to a little box next to my neighbor’s air conditioner, and grabbed a soda out of it. My neighbors are friendly, and leave out some food almost every day. They say “Hi” every now and then, but I just don’t see them leave their apartment anymore. They are technically rich, since they are at the top of a stack, but I bet they are as scared as I was when my parents died, but they weren’t scared or sorrowful of my parent’s death, they were scared of the city, and most of the people in it.
Four years ago, for example, a little skirmish took place at the top of every single stack there was because someone launched a rocket at the sky. No one knew who launched it, but some people just open fired on random stacks anyway.

The people in this city are what I call, “Crazy.” I just don’t understand why quarantining like this can lead to such behavior. Now all I had to do was coupe with it for a couple of days, and I would be out of this city, exploring an endless desert of monsters, and disease infected outsiders.