Hi. I have no-idea what's the plot is for this one-shot. This really short one-shot is based off a historical fiction short I wrote a while back. Anyways enjoy!

The only thing I heard was the sound of hungry moans. It echoed throughout the dark alley I was sitting in. The horrid sound bounced to my ears making me wince. I slowly glanced around I glanced around the moonlighted alley where few including myself were sitting down. We were all in filthy clothes that had gotten dirty. I gazed around again and saw few old folk who were chuckling about something. Little children were with their parents who huddled them close, unlike me who was alone.

The smell of damp water stunk up the alley making me almost gag. Also the smell of dirty trash didn't help either I felt cold because the frigid winter air bit at my skin. My brown skin felt dirty and unclean, which made it clammy. I shivered as a cold sweat trickled off my skin onto the alley ground. I couldn't really explain what I was really feeling. I felt cold, tired, and hungry but those were my physical feelings. What I was feeling in in the inside was bitterness, and loneliness. I felt bitterness towards this broken American economy. This economy had ruined my life, my career, and my trust towards America. I felt ice cold loneliness at the whole situation.

I let my thoughts thread through how this whole "Depression" started. It all started with that riot on Wall Street in which power-hungry investors tried to buy stocks. That "idiotic" stunt just ended up making the economy drop dangerously low. That little accident had made thousands of people lose their jobs, make millions of businesses closed down, made money hard to come by, and make even some state banks were forced to shut down. I had lost my perfect job to this whole ordeal and now here I am on the streets. I leaned up against the cold wall and continued to think about my problems.

The American Congress had started blaming the Depression on the current President. The president had protested to these claims stating that "The Great Depression" wasn't his fault. I personally didn't care for the Great Depression. All I knew is that this destructive collapse on the economy had ruined my life. All I wanted was this to end, and wanted my old life back. But deep down, I knew that once this Depression was over that things were never going to be the same. It will never going to be the same for a long time.

Umm. Okay please review even through it's short. See if you can figure out the character for this one-shot.

See, ya - MidnightWolf11