Sorry I haven't updated anything yet. One is because of homework which is, in fact, the most god-boring thing in the world.
My writing is technically shit but I can't seem to care.
Have fun.
Grey clouds were clouding the sky and the air was drenched in pollution. It was always like this. Never once he had seen a day Z city isn't as bad as it sounds. In fact, It was worse.
Buildings that were either half destroyed or thoroughly damaged beyond repair. Street rats scattering around hoping to find another set of a meal. Some abnormal beings that hunt for fresh meat.
It was always like this. Always so grey. So lifeless. Nobody has ever thought of cleaning it up.
Street thugs claiming their territory marking them with messages and neon colour. Masks covering their unknown faces. Advance weaponry that one could never have imagined existed.
The police force was honestly pretty bad. One day, they had to surrender their whole building because of a dozen people. They were two times that number but they can't even lay a single scratch.
Murders come and go. People living here don't even bat an eye for a poor guy getting beaten half to oblivion. They roll their eyes on a new dead body on the street. Finding bags of corpses, they would burn them without a thought throughly forgetting about the greiving family.
Most people might consider it insane to live on these streets. Some people still do but atleast they have a gun kept under their pillow. They can't give a single shit that they murdered someone who tried to rob their house. Besides, the theif was going to kill them so why don't they do the same?
So put it simply, the worst place to live in award goes to City Z. Nothing else deserves that prize. Heck, a sewer was better than this hell.
But this hell is my hell so go fuck yourselves.
There was used to be a hero. The white hat. The saviour of everything and everyone. Bit sad to see him crushed by a mutant man.
The crowd went absolutely wild at that. They went mad. Suprise was shown on the monster's face. He honestly thought that they would cry and mope about their lost.
How wrong he was.
People gathering every flammable item or material at their reach. From shattered wood to car motor oil. They spread it all around the monster like a celebration was happening only that the people was enjoying all of this.
They were going to burn it down.
Throwing the items at the thing. The murderer. With a smile. Half of its body was covered in junk. The malicious bravery vanished just a moment ago turning into fright.
Burning is actually not a fun way to die. It's like your outside slowly deteriorating down to the heart. Your cells dying, burning and when your dermis slowly fades making you feel numb. Numb in a very very bad way. You know you are dying yet you can't feel it.
The monster's screams of anguish only seems to make the people enjoy it more. It deserved it anyway. They got their revenge.
The day when people became their own heroes in a more brutal way. Only the people in City Z that is. Some don't join the hero association because other's could protect themselves while other used their skills and strength for good.
Outsiders thought that it was a day that City Z put on a big 'Don't come inside' sign. The day that the city became an area 51. The people in there were more animalistic they said, more violent. It's not like they are wrong though.
Atleast the people could protect themselves. Even if they are taking a life. Killing is sometimes bad and good anyways. A needed evil. Of course, other's wouldn't understand this because never once had they not been the victim but instead a hero.
So when they found a body, they mutter a few good words weather the corpse be a human, monster, or even alien, "Good game."
Besides, this hell is my hell as the others that live here too.
Sorry for the late updates. I forgot to do a ton of homework but apparently my friends too. Hopefully my teacher won't ground me to dust.Who am I kidding? I'm screwed. If this hasn't been updated in more than 2 weeks that means I'm dead.Buy me a coffin if you please?