It was a dark night in the city of Atlanta Georgia. It was very cold and it was raining extremely hard. So hard in fact that it hurt when it fell. A boy woke up in the middle of the street. His name was James, but everyone took to calling him Reaper for his smile that looked like death. He was a boy of average height and was a little overweight, but not overly fat. Reaper had a limp, but it rarely troubled his running. He never knew how it happened; the limp cursed his ankle with a small pain, but sometimes it hurt with such an indescribable pain that he couldn't walk. He looked around at the city. This sure is Atlanta… he thought. There was graffiti everywhere, and broken windows in almost every store. It was almost too dark to see, but Reaper could tell that the place was almost destroyed. Atlanta always looked like that. He had visited Atlanta a few times and it was always in terrible shape. Reaper finally realized how much the rain hurt. "Fuck! That stings!" he said. He soon got used to it and tried to stand up. He got about halfway, and fell back down. He looked down at his leg and saw blood near his limping ankle. "Shit! Can this day get any worse?" He heard a can fall to the ground and realized how damn quiet it was. Where is everyone? he thought. He looked up and saw practically an army of people slowly walking down the street toward him. I guess the day just got a whole lot worse… He thought.
