Chicago is not safe. There. So if you're planning on going to a 'nice family vacation' in Chicago, just don't. Not unless you want to die. In fact, if you do want to die, Chicago is probably one of the most easy, yet painful ways to commit suicide. So if you're one of the millions wanting to commit suicide, go to Chicago.
Why?
I already said it. Chicago is not safe.
Why?
There are these people. Well, I wouldn't call them people. They are dead, heartless, scary… freaks. Or, more precise, Vampires. With a capitol 'V'.
These Vampires had Chicago running around like chickens with their heads cut off. Havoc was indeed among us, and there wasn't a single thing we could do about.
Because of these Vampires, we had a curfew. We couldn't be anywhere outside of our homes at nine o'clock. At night. Stores closed five hours early, Chicago was too quiet; it was eerie. Chicago was being destroyed. You couldn't leave. You wouldn't have enough time. It was a life or death thing.
The Vampires didn't play mercy. They taunted you, threw you around like you were a piece of meat. Laughed at you, told you they just might let you live, said theywouldn't hurt you. Don't believe a single word. Liars.
Now, I've never been in that position. Yet. I've seen some things before. I like to think that they didn't know I was there. But I knew they did. Some how, I was left alone.
Why?
I don't know.
Or I didn't.