Sherri Gray is a citizen of Battery City. Living the life as a child of a couple who worked for Better Living Industries. For a while, everything is good until she is left alone. Her brother leaves to live out in the desert. It isn't after years of...
Well now, this could be the last of all the rides we take So hold on tight and don't look back We don't care about the message or the rules they make I'll find you when the sun goes black
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BATTER CITY WAS A PLACE FOR NOTHING. No color, no excitement, no danger. Nothing. That was at least to the untrained eye. Families lived in the city. Kids lived in the city. How could there not be happiness in a place like that? All you had to do was look a little harder and you would find that splash of color across the walls.
Thomas Gray was a teenager when he was walking the streets of Battery City. He was sporting a black shirt with a white demine jacket, dark washed jeans, and matching white shoes. The only thing that he wore in color was his hair. The long dark hair reached the nape of his neck. Several pieces falling to his forehead as he walked. His headphones around his head playing nothing. He played his part wearing them, didn't mean he was going to feed off the none sense of Better Living.
His parents worked within the industry, thus giving him and his little sister a livable life without suffering. They never starved or needed anything. Even so, Thomas felt empty. He felt as if the world he lived in was black and gray. Hiding something.
This is why the redheaded teen walked to the lower parts of Battery City. In the question of how people lived there. If they were taken care of, as Better Living said they would be doing.
The deeper he seemed to go, the fewer people walked the streets. The very few people that walked the streets weren't normal. They were pornbots in search of a salary to make it alive in the city. More trash began to litter the floor. The darker it seemed to get.
Avoiding eye contact with the women, he walked past them in search of anything else. In hopes to find the secrets of the city. But all he saw were wanted posters plastered all over the walls. All of the mysterious people he's never seen.
As he continued without any sort of direction, he turned his head for a split moment until he ran into someone. Quickly he looked over to find a golden blonde woman who had shrieked at the collision.
"I'm so sorry ma'am," Thomas apologized to the woman who wasn't shaken up.
The woman looked at the boy over and smiled, "It's alright, just startled my boys and me," she said sweetly.
The redhead looked behind her and indeed two boys behind her. They seemed to be his age which he found weird. He hadn't seen many people his age in the upper city.
