Agents of Salvation

                          By KeinanX

The pathway of Morality is set inner twain. A path bestowed to anyone, that is of pure intent or vile significance, in the end it is given to you the person themself to forge that call. Will you choose a genuine and decent life known as righteousness or will you partake in the path of pure anarchy, you the center of humanity is always given that choice.

Chapter:1 

Choice

There's something quite ominous about this place. I a lonesome 13 year old girl have perceived tales about how errie and threatening the city known as Morality is, a metropolis cramp with grizzly incidents, crime and unapologetic murder. The exclusive thing is, it's completely the norm here. But you presumably asked yourself, isn't any other city or estate like that? Well i've noted stories of how very much every day was an event of terror in Morality.

People being savagely slaughtered left and right, how come you ask? Because of a sickness, a plague mind you, this plague turned people into monsters. Barbaric inhumane monsters, ones that were corrupted by pure madness. And although I've surely not seen any of these beasts in person, I will assure you the acknowledgment and response of the citizens of Morality make it quite believable.

So what was a noticeably young blonde curly hair and lonely girl like myself in these grim frightful streets to undertake? I had nowhere to progress and no one that would offer protection for me. I've gone like this for 5 days now, and just realizing that it's a miracle that I'm still of the living, but I'm running out of time, I can feel it. "What am I supposed to do?" I utter, lying still on the ground, arms and legs tuck in as clusters of people walk past, not sure of the kind of characters they were. In my situation what was there to do? What would you have done? 

As I thought this, to my complete bewilderment, I was approached by an unannounced stranger. A man who appeared to be around his mid 30s, maybe 40s, who was slightly overweight with a black standard groom haircut and closed eyelids. 

With his approachment I felt hesitant. "Excuse me young miss, but are you alright?" Said by the stranger as he tilted his head lower towards me.

I'm utterly uncertain on how to react, the intentions of this stranger could have been anything, for all I know he might have been one of those monsters I caught rumors about in Morality. The fear of that began eating away at me, I know I sound paranoid but when you draw breath in a city like this being paranoid is a virtue.

"Little Miss? Can you hear me?" The stranger asked, questioning me again. With tons of pressure handed to me I softly said to him.

"Ye–yes…" As I did, a smiled accompanied the stranger.

"Wonderful, I just want to know why you were sitting here all by yourself, alone on the streets in a place like this?" As he asked away, it was determined at that moment that I had to make a very Stern decision. Should I explain to him my reasoning or fabricate the truth? Either way only one of those two decisions could possibly aid me out of this mess and out of harm's way, or possibly not.

"I…" But which was there to pick? I don't have time to think on it, the clock was ticking and God only knows what this stranger had in mind. 

"I… don't know…" I lowered my head down finishing that sentence, the fear not calming, maybe I could say to him I was waiting for someone, that could possibly do it, but before I had the courage to create such deception, the stranger suddenly said.

"If you're nervous. I'm sorry if I'm making you come off that way, I'm just very concerned right now. To see such a young girl all by herself in these streets, it's quite worrisome." 

Being surprised I didn't know where to begin. His words sounded very sincere, and bothered, it made me gather some courage to tell this man what my reasoning for being here was.

 "I don't have anywhere to go…" With that said I revealed my issue to him, hoping I didn't doom myself in the process.

"Nowhere to go? As in no place to stay or anyone to be with?" The stranger said, addressing the question.

"Yes…" I softly answer. 

"I see, very unfortunate, have you at least gone to the police for help?" Hearing that from the stranger I felt a little frustrated since I knew that would be the first thing in which would be suggested to me.

"No." I expressed curving my attention away from the stranger again. "No? Are you being serious with me?" The stranger expressed scratching the back of his head. I was being serious, there's no way I could consider the option.

"I can't go to them, because if I did, they would send me back to that place." I explained looking him directly in the eyes even though his were close.

"Back there to that place?" He said as he was given an idea on my reply. "Yes, that place." I repeated again with the mere thought of that place shaking me to my core, it was the very reason why I was out here on the streets to begin with.

"I see, so this place must be real unnerving for you, is that right?" He asked squatting down face to face.

"It is." The cat was out of the bag. He knew my reasoning, why I was here and why I was in such a dire position, the questioned now was what was going to happen?

"I see than I have a suggestion for you." Said by the stranger as he place a finger up. 

A suggestion? What could he have in mind? "Go to the church of Virtuous, young lady." The stranger said as he had a serious expression on his face meaning this was something to take into consideration.

"Church of Virtuous?" I uttered to myself while looking down at my boots. I never heard of this place but hearing the word church my heart felt slightly more relaxed for the first time in 5 days.

"This church is a safe haven perfect for someone like yourself since the church takes in all kinds of refugees and cares for them." The stranger explaining with a kind smiled convinced me that this had to be the answer to my problem, and that there was finally a light at the end of this dark tunnel.