The un-named man strode through the streets, apparently a little more confident in himself now. The strong silence still sounded out into the night, the man had managed to keep himself amused thus far by humming a simple tune, something reminiscent of a child's lullaby. It soothed his uneasy mind for the moment, a temporary solution to a greater problem. As he wandered on into the night, the dimly lit streets casting wondrous shadows upon the cold concrete walls of the buildings, he found himself an area that seemed less like a town and more like a surreal mind bogglingly bad acid trip. Cars were crashed into other vehicles, streets lamps lay literally on the street, sparks emitted from their shattered bulbs, glass was strewn freely around the vicinity of the local area, shards littered the streets, paper from the daily gazette entwined themselves with the post boxes. The mans stride broke from self assuredly confident to an almost cautious child like patter of feet across the sidewalk, observing his surroundings the man paused at a large blank wall that had been spray painted upon, the message was written chilled him to the very marrow of his bones,
"My pain is constant and sharp and I do not hope for a better world for anyone- in fact I want my pain to be inflicted on others"
The writings were scraggy and untidy as if it had been spray painted by a drug addled junkie whose mind was on his next fix and not the actual writing on the wall. The man shivered as his mind raced with even more questions than before, what could drive somebody to write such a thing? Why was there so much destruction in this part of the town? Why had there had been so many accidents? His mind would have to forgo the questions for the moment since a more pressing issue had suddenly jumped to the forefront of his mind- gun shots. They echoed into the distance, the young mans mind struggled to comprehend the distance but to no avail. He paused closing his eyes as if trying to focus his energy on hearing where the sounds had come from. There it was again, this time in the forefront of his mind, he opened his eyes as the shot rung out, looking in the general direction he was slightly confused for a moment before noticing a bright light in the distance, it began to draw closer as did a sound. Something he had not heard before but in his mind it sounded familiar, like he heard it from a television series or a video game,
"A helicopter"
The man exclaimed amidst the carnage that laid before him, the gargantuan vehicle swooned over head as he flew low across the city, the young man jumped into the air in a vain attempt to draw attention to himself,
"HEY! HELLO"
He screamed into the air, a waste of breath as his hands still waved overhead. He sighed as his thin arms dropped to his side once again and he flopped backwards onto a bench.
