Zone Of Cruelty

the start of a normal day

Looking around from his hiding spot in a desperate situation little Timothy wonders why he got into this idiotic situation.

Ugh I can't believe it, I'm so stupid!

Soon after his thought swarm his mind he can hear yelling from outside the pile of ... well a pile of what he thinks is plastic...yet it could be a pile of shit from the smell of it, or perhaps it's his own stench since he hasn't been able to bathe in about 5 months.

Once the noises get louder he slows his breathing praying to God the group of men won't find him. As they get closer you can easily hear the men's conversation.

"Where's the Rat?! John, Dill if ya don't find the kid soon I sware ya both won't like whats comin' to ya"

Soon after the course voice of an obvious smoker yells out, you hear a loud gun shot and some foot steps scattering around in a panicked state. Shaking, Tim starts to panic trying to think of a way to escape.

I knew I shouldn't of taken food from a guild of theives.
Uuugh why am I so stupid?!

Pulling at the knotted tuffs of his unwashed black hair he starts to hyperventilate

I'm gonna die, I'm gonna be killed...damn it all I knew bread wasn't worth this!

After a few seconds of silence he can hear foot steps and mumbling getting farther and farther away from him until it became non-existent.

For about 10 minutes he just lays There quietly then stands up slowly out of the pile of trash and looks around hoping no one was around. Luckily for Tim the group of men were gone and out of sight. Holding two full loafs of bread to his chest, he breathes out loudly.

"Thank God I'm still in one peice"

After stuffing the two loaves into his pockets hee streches his back feeling his muscles tense and relax. Looking around he tries to get an idea where he is. From the looks of it he's in a crater.

A place where the homeless; which was about everyone who wasn't a killer or theif, got their materials for all sorts of things. In the old days they were landfills, now a days though it's more like a free out door store. You can return items at all times and take what ever you wish, unless someone wishes to fight you for that empty bottle of champagne, then your better off just walking away from your prize.

As he walks across the sea of bottles and material, you can see papers littered all around. On each paper you can read in bold print "LAW OF HUMANITY".

These are the laws that need to be followed in this area. Honestly though it's complete shit. Picking up one of the fliers he reads it once again out of boredom.

"Rule 1 don't trust anyone" reading out loud Timothy sighs to himself and knows this rule well.

"Rule 2" biting his lip knowing this is the hardest law out here. Stuttering, he whispers the harshest law to humanity "its kill...or be killed".

Dropping the paper he walks away knowing every rule by heart. There's the serf law where your bound to this area if born in it, if not you can leave or pass through. Lucky for Timothy he wasn't born in this zone.

His mother escaped out giving birth to him in a small town outside the zone, but right after birth his mother was caught and he was taken into this disastrous society along with his mother and he hasn't been able to get out since.

Snickering to himself and his thoughts Timothy looks around finally seeing a small city in sight. Scanning over the beaten down and abandoned buildings he goes to the Biggest one that ends up looking more like a old retro car repair shop then an actual home. Walking in and locking the doors he goes to the small ripped and piss smelling couch and he collapses onto it.

Reaching his arm down he grabs his old history book he keep under the couch and he picks it up and looks at it. From what he knows he lives in a country, a country called America and apparently he lived in a zone consisting of a states, 3 states to be exact. He lives in Florida, Alabama, and goriga.The original laws were terminated and changed to the laws of humanity. Allowing murder, stealing, and even drugs with out any control. Legalizing all this and keeping criminals in this zone was supposedly going to help the states that illegalized such things that were allowed in the zone.

Apparently from the papers he finds, the other states are great with very low criminal acts. Sadly he's not living out there. He knows if he and his mom were born out of this cage his mom would still be alive, yet that's just a dream.

Sighing Tim takes his bread out of his pockets and takes a small bite sparingly, savoring every bite and flavor. After finishing his bread he yawns and stretches on the couch and begins to close his eyes, slowly falling asleep to long common nightmares of every night.