I climb the top of a hill look down and saw the lush green plains of the New York state country side yet again, with a road in the middle. There was a couple of houses, most without cars on their parking space.

As I approach the road, I heard a man screaming in an old, worn out light brown house, it seem to came from the first floor. I entered in. It look as if was abandon for a while. There were webs, damaged furniture, broken chairs and the floor was cracking and bent when stepped on. I saw the talon man from the Luda district in the living room menacing a dark skinned man on his bottom, back on the stance of a fire place.

The talon man shouted, “I am here to save you, witness me, inspire in my heroism,”. I enter in with, “Talon man?”. Talon man turned his head and look at me, “You again, its Engue! You think your corps can capture me and bring me to the wastes?” Then he laughs. Annoyed, I yelled, “I’m against those hacks you moron, I’m on your side. Look just leave that man alone, or I will have to beat the noise out of you again.”. His expression was that of revenge, you lash out on me, I back flipped away to the kitchen and when I land on my feet on the blanks, the whole kitchen floor broke, me falling on top of crates on the basement. It was dark and blank, the basement door on my right was blocked by crates and the their was old magazines and comic books on the floor.

Engue looked at me from the above, he mocked me, “Oh nice going retard!”. He then turn around and yelled, “Hey come back here!”. I heard that mans steps crackle the floor. I got off the crates, embarrassed, I moved to the right side of the basement, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

Then I saw a jar of rotten pickles get thrown onto the basement floor from the hole. Engue shouted, “Where are you? I got something to feed you with kitten. Come pussy, pussy, pussy cat. Or are you a slobbery dog? Woof woof.”.

This guy really has problems, I have never seen such a mentally deranged person. And worst of all he voluntary join the abuse that he has suffered.

Engue laughed maniacally, scavenging threw what I assume to be the fridge. I saw a jar of moldy peppers roll down from the hole and land on the crates.

As a back away, I took out my knives, then I heard a hard pistol shot fire and Engue screamed. Then he whimperly demanded, “Who the fuck are you? Uh, how did you come out of the basement and grew a feet or two?”.

I tighten, I double knuckle face palm, knowing who that could be. I saw Engue knocked away, off the kitchen window. Then I heard heavy foot steps, coming closer, and K-5 dropped her seven feet body to the basement floor and looked around, finding me.

K-5 was the biggest out of them all. She was proud of her body, always showing it in many poses of physique glory. While she was the slowest, she was the strongest. Able to lift the heaviest, throw the furthest, and punch the hardest. She was a big eater, she enjoyed eating everything and was always curious of devouring unknown meals. Despise always showing off her muscles, she was quite humble and would sometimes be shy, especially towards K-1. She was playful and always enjoyed toying with them and me. Her weapon of choice was the pistol, since it was the stealthiest gun out of them all. Despise her humility, I’ll will not take her words with respect.

She was wearing a really light grey, sleeveless shirt, dark blue pants, and brown boots. She said to me, “Mama wants you back K three, but first, we got a play time session to finish.”. She is talking about the pit fight two days before the breach. It was cancelled midway due to a false alarm. Those throws and punches, she could toss me thirty feet in the air, but I always landed on my feet unlike the others. But this time was different, I had knives, and there was no guards, or the others to stop me.

I swiftly jumped right, she tried to hook me right but I moved to fast, I approach to my the stab but she grabbed my head with her left hand. I tried to walk out of it but she lifted me off the ground and feet were flailing airborne. She laughed, I position my blades as a cross at her wrist to cause a blood fall but she punched me on the stomach, knocking me back to the back wall, losing grip of my knives. I fall to my knees and elbows, and coughed. She then step towards me with grappling hands, but then clumsily slip on a pickle on the floor on her backside. I got up, picked up my knives and jumped right behind her and hop on her back. She wild out, “Hey! Get your paws of me!”. As she struggles, I hold on, and rise my right knife and back stab her as deep as I could. She screamed, “Ouch! That’s a knife, what are you trying to do? Kill me?”. I whispered deeply at her ear, “Only if you don’t leave me alone.”. I retracted my knife, blood drool out, as she fall of the ground, I jumped off her and grabbed the floor, I picked myself up and ran out of the house.

I look around for anyone else in my sight, nothing. I made my way out and head east, looking back to make sure that K-5 wasn’t chasing me. She was a slug so there was no worry from her. I looked at my stained right knife and smiled, like I just earned a clear victory. I bolstered, “Who is playing who now?”, followed with a big laugh. I began my long run back to Syfia city.

*

I have made my way to the edge of the city, I believe it my be more north than where I came out. The whole city was walled in with portable walls and gunned vehicles but it was quite, too quite. The highways was packed with crashed cars and dead people can be see everywhere. There was abandon APCs and even some dead soldiers. At a far, I saw criminals with pipes bashing a car open. I saw birds flying over the once busy roads. It was like the city itself has literally died.

I made my way close, while I was walking, I whip out my phone and call Grang, he didn’t pick up. I called Chony and he has picked up the phone. I was a little excited, hearing from an old friend, Chony whimpered out, “Lue?”. I asked in a concerning matter, “Chony? Hello, whats wrong? Are you okay?”. Chony said with a fright, “I’m not going to tell you where I am.”. Baffled, I asked, “Why not? This is private, I can come help you.”. Chony cried, “I’ve seen what you have done, you killed Reba.”. Terrified, I quickly responded, “What!? No I didn’t someone else did, maybe Stafaker or...”. He hang up the phone. Someone must have recorded that fight, and I’m being mass framed. It was most likely Stafaker, or Andrew!

I made to the wall and found to my surprise that there are no guards, nothing. It was completely dead. The wind sorrowed the wrecked buildings. Craters were seen, the dead piled the streets and blood stained the city red and black. It was a horrible sight on what the NO would do to keep a secret, tho from what I have heard from Chony, there deaths will be in vain as the secrets may have came to the masses, dismantling its earning to even be consider hidden.

I made my walk, look out for any looters. The city was still diverse but their projection was all the same, a grave. I’ve reached to the Technovania dance place. Its lights were off, assuming that the city’s power is still out. I entered in to see one dead body and alcohol spilled on the dance floor. I cried a little, remembering the days when this place was lit with life. Dancers moving to the beats with vigour vitality. I called out, “Anyone here?”. No one answered. Just the eerie wind, flowing through the gone to the past parties. I made my way to the butcher shop.

When I entered the low street, I smelled rotten garbage intoxicating the district. Considering it was near industrial structures, there must have been various outbreaks of wastes. I entered the butcher shop and while the outside was mainly untouched, the interior had carcasses teared with bullet holes and scattered all over the violent inflicted tile floor and table tops. I called for Grang, “Grang! Grang!”. No one spoke, then I saw a sticky note on top of the front counter that had big words written, “K-Clone” followed by “If you are reading this, that means you have came back in the time were we have your fat fuck slave hostage at Radius Center. If you want to see them again, surrender yourself at midnight.”.

This was my fault, I crushed the note, thinking who this could be. I ran out the store and made my way to Radius Center.

The place, Radius Center was a large roundabout, with semi tall structures covered with thin monitors often displaying ads and will occasionally show images appropriate for special events, circling on the outer road. The center of the roundabout was four benches and four grass areas going along the curves.

When I entered the roundabout’s district, the Flash D, it wasn’t as dead and I could hear gun fire and things getting smashed. I staired a tall mall that was two blocks beside the radius, I grabbed some food on the way and set up on the back of the roof door so when any looter come, I would take them out easily.

I waited, I observe, I reflected, I ponder. As the sun set. The violence died out and the wind takes hold as being the nose of the city. I check the time on my phone, “9:46 PM”. Nothing suspicious was coming up, I started to think if this was a joke, or a distraction. I called Chony again, he picked it up, but it wasn’t him who spoke, it was K-4, requesting, “Hello, who is this, Lue?”. I heard in the background Chony crying, “They have guns, they have bombs.”.