Now before I go into detail about the day, we will rewind back to a couple of weeks...
It was a summer day, quickly rotting into a deathly Fall, and the child's mind filled with dreadful ideas of school opening. It was like any other day, but with a peculiar buzz to it. It was off, the disturbing kind of off. People were more anxious and would not leave their homes, with the exception of necessities of course. the effects on kids on the other hand were extreme, as they would attack each other in a feral instinct, much like an animal.
Speaking of animals, our livestock and pets act more feral than us, and/or developing fatal symptoms that spread through each organism. Loss of livestock and citizens made our town into even a bigger mess. Black markets, stabbings, shootings, gang wars; It was a massacre. Almost everyone had a gun, or at least a knife for some kind of protection.
But how oh I would remember the "Peaceful Days". the reason why I put quotation marks around that is because right now, the words Peace and hope are just only rumors now, but back to the point! The Everdales I knew would have weekly picnics and fundraisers for the better of our community and economy, but with the massive debt and lack of food, medical supplies, and water, our town has just become a battleground for money, trust, and honor/popularity. Every alley reeked of death and decomposition. the water became a sinister shade of red because of murders at the water plant. Food is rare, and power is VERY hard to get due to the bombing of October 20th. Eversdale "Sharp City" became a flat out civil war between teams.
Nothing could prepare for what happened down on Apricot Hill.