THE DEAD STRIP, is one of the more "dangerous" area in the city.
the sirens wailed as the government had an announcement to make.
the voice echoed throughout the city
"THE ROT HAS BEEN SPOTTED AGAIN IN THE AREA OF DEAD STRIP, CITIZENS MUST EVACUATE OR STAY LOCKED INDOORS."
he grinds his teeth in annoyance.
"fuck, i dont wanna deal with this shit again."
he walks towards his home in THE DEAD STRIP, his footsteps echoes the empty streets.
the smell worsens, it smelled like rotten blood and decomposed bodies.
possibly because of the rot.
"the dead strip has always been my home"
"..mainly because it's mostly isolated"
the rent bills peel off on the abandoned buildings as he walks.
"The GREEN FAULT basically occupies this whole area. So its kinda dangerous."
suddenly, a boy enters into the area, infront of him.
the crying echoes.
he's dragging himself across the road, leaving a dark smear.
"...p-please."
his voice gets cut off as he screams - as some being runs into him out of the dark.
it tears the boy, blood starts to spread out. It doesn't stop, IT continues to eat. it turns with its jerky movements, mouth full of blood.
the little boy did not have time to react, respond or feel.
he was nothing but a meal to the hungry beast.
His stomach turns. He gags.
he stands there - frozen in shock, gulping as he witnesses the atrocity.
"a MIRE."
his eyes hardened and his hands were shaking. his legs couldn't move.
"..i...i couldnt do anything."
the MIRE looks into his eyes.
his body refused. he begins to sweat in fear.
"fuck, run. fuck, why cant you run? You've been through this many times."