Gravity Asylum

Chapter -7: Atrocity City

So there I was, sitting in the back of a cruising security vehicle. I sat there quitely among my thoughts reflecting on what the fuck just happened earlier back when I was in the Shuttleway station. And that last scene I seen was cryptic. My eyes must have been playing tricks on me because there was no way Moore could have gotten here and even more so survived the nukes back in America. I remember seeing his death with my very own eyes. It scarred my life and forever changed me as a person. So now seeing him die for the second time; should I be asking myself did he really? Moore's body appeared to have vanished while I was walking away. However maybe it didn't. I was beaten up pretty damn good looking back several dead bodies at a distance of about eighteen feet away in a dimly lit area. There's nothing to be worried. Right now I should be focusing on the present. My eyes glanced at the window to the right of me. And I saw that it was getting dark outside and slowly, dark clouds began forming up together. Lights started being turned on inside the city. Well not all through out the city. As a matter of fact from where I was sitting despite me sitting in a moving vehicle, I could see a majority of the city still with no lights on at all. Taking a better at some of the lit buildings, I could see confetti on the already damaged walls. The vehicle makes a smooth right turn then stops. I never noticed we stopped and personally didn't get a shit. I'm far too busy scouting this city. Seeing what places looked safe and what places looked dangerous. Carefully planning my next move step by step. Survival of the wittiest. "This city looks horrid" I thought to myself. From this angle I could look straight up and see an old damaged caravansary. Taking a moment to think about what I'm staring at, this very well could be a motor inn or a motel. I couldn't tell because this place was in such a bad condition. Perfect place for rats to sleep. And this city is better than the last city I was in but still. "Did the Big Crash really do this much damage?" I asked myself. Come to think of it, this city resembled that of a senior citizen; old and empty. My eyes lids widened a little bit when I realized how dead this place was. "Hey!" The security guard said to me. His voice startled me for a second but then my eyes darted at him. "Do you wanna take a step outside and stretch your legs?" He asked. "Sure" I answered. I took a step outside the vehicle and looked around some more. He picked up a Mocha Latte from a cup holder on the passenger's side and took a sip of it then proceeded to let out a small sigh of happiness followed up with him saying so damn good. Which actually made me pretty thirsty for a Mocha Latte. But never mind that shit; I should ask this guy a few questions. Pick his brain and see what he knows about this place. The security guard questioned if I was some kind of drifter? "Or maybe a tourist or something?" He added. I rolled with it and simply agreed to being just a random tourist. After all, I couldn't tell him my true intentions on why I was really here. So I did what I had to do. I bluffed. I questioned him back saying "how'd he know I was a tourist?" He popped his lip and replied with "Body language I guess." Then he brought to my attention that he never learned my name. I better just give him all the info he needs so I won't have to play 20 questions with Mr. Law and Order. I told him directly who I was.

My name is Scyth. I'm a seventeen year old that's here looking for a friend of mine. I can't seem to find him anywhere in this city. I think I'll just go leave this place and send my friend a text message saying: I couldn't make it. I gave a small fake chuckle hoping this guy would buy my story. He take another sip of his Mocha Latte while I stood silently waited for his retort. None of us spoke. I looked around some more just now noticing that we were at a gas station. This is Just great and just what I needed too. To be tooken out of one old malodorous station just to be tooken to another old malodorous station. And I know what people would tell me if anyone was here. They would inform me that beggars can't be choosers. That I understand. Kinda. If someone chooses to beg than beggars can be choosers. I know what the point of the saying is but I think that dated phrase should be remodeled into something more sharper and can not be picked at so harshly when questioned on a philosophical level. I haven't found out what it should be altered to yet but I'll save that for a side project if I ever find myself bored as hell. He at last spoke saying cool not once but twice. I glanced at him wondering was he talking about his Mocha Latte again. And then he said to me that he wanted to get my story straight. "So you are visiting here to see your friend in the place right and decided to check the Shuttleway Station?" "Well I took the Shuttleway to get here but immediately after I arrived I began being chased by those thugs." I said. "Ah makes sense to me. Oh Scyth, by the way the names Aaron. Try not to scratch the paint!" He commanded jokingly and then laughed out loud. The second security guard came out of the gas station mini mart with a seven gallon gasoline container and walked over to us and asked us if this was moron hour? Both Aaron and I responded with a sarcastic but subtle maybe; which made both of us laugh. I began to calm my nerves and loosen up a little. "So what's next?" I asked them. Aaron listed out the next things that were going to happen: he was going to finish the last of his Mocha Latte while his lackey Trent finished fulling up the coris with unleaded gas. The second security guard named Trent started pumping gas into the coris vehicle. He scoffed at what Aaron had said and told me that once they finished filling up, they were going to leave me at a police station for further investigation. "Oh brilliant. Another station." I thought to myself. At this rate if I keep this up I'll certainly have stationaryphobia in no time at all. But I can't allow them to take me to that police station. Sure lying to two security guards is simple enough. All it takes is a decent poker face and the ability to think quick. Lightning fast processing is what kept me alive for the last nine years. If they take me to that place I'll be surrounded by policemen. And they'll all want to see some proof of identity. I don't an identity; at least not anymore. I'm not even legal to be here. Once they find this out they would have me executed immediately. I need to change Trent and Aaron's mind on taking me there. I told them calmly that it was nice that they wanted to take me to the police station for my safety however that would mean taking me there and filling out tons and tons of paper work and waiting around for receptionists to get back to you on the on going problem that would potentially go on allll night, not to mention alll the paper work you guys have to already fill out at the Shuttleway Station since you guys are the security team that does business down there nine-to-five.

Aaron and trent both looked at one another as they realized the gap in they're plan. Trent finished pumping gas and walked over to Aaron to negotiate a new root of action. They started talking among themselves. Looks like they're actually considering my essensial agrument concerning the matters of how busy they'll be if they take me in to the police. Aaron faced me and sigh saying that my argument was indeed valid but he can't just leave me here in this city all by myself. I asked why is that? "A majority of the people in this city are no good and a danger to be around." Aaron said. Trent added that this city has only been around for seven months and yet this place has earned the nickname Atrocity City even though mayor Lesley refuses to acknowledge it and the condition of the this city known as Tetris. "It's really funny because we like to chant Atrocity city at her when she goes by and don't get me started on how loud we chant when we're at the Tetris hall meetings!" Aaron said while laughing. I stood there stunned and at the same time confused on how Tetris, a city that has only been around for seven months could look like a shipwreck. Was it because of the Big Crash? Could it have been because of that terrorist attack that I heard so much about? Or was it long past due for us to realize that maybe the bills weren't getting paid because mayor Lesley is simply abominable at her math skills. "It was because of those damn terrorists that struck here two weeks ago." Trent said almost like he was answering the questions I was asking myself in my thoughts. "They drove nine fighter jets in some of the buildings here. Five of the flying aircrafts went crashing directly into the bunk of Tetris, two went spiraling into the mayor's office building, and the last two took a nose dive on the Tetris chemical plant." Trent explained. I quickly asked him why haven't we all died from the chemical fumes? "Eighty-nine percent of the plant had different kinds of acids and eleven percent of the plant may of had a lot of chemicals that were flammable but luckily none that were pollutant." Trent answered. Before Trent could say anymore about this Aaron showed Trent his Smart watch reminding him of the time. "Oh yeah right. We gotta get home." Trent muttered to yourself. Then he walked over to me and put a green and orange card into my hand. He told me this is a two-day roommate 5:00 to 5:00 pass to that motel in front of us because it's too dangerous out here and there isn't any public transportationthat is currently running at this time. My attention turned towards the old motel I criticizedearlier for being a rat's paradise with intelligent sophisticated monkeys being the operating staff members. "That place is filthy! I'm not sleeping in there! I'd probably get both Leptospirosis and cryptococal disease just by standing near the fucking parking lot!" I cried angrily. Both security guards got back in they'revehicle. Aaron told me alright but anyway kid you're on your own. Without a second thought they quickly drove off leaving me all alone. There wasn't even enough time for me to bat an eyelash before I seen from a distance a crackhead staring in my direction. I dreadfully sighed. "Ah shit."