Living In A Nightmare

Chapter 2

I stepped outside, No form of life to be seen, but you know its there. You know your not alone....

As i walked down the cracked concrete, the cold, bitter, wind breathed down my neck sending a chilling fear shooting down my spine, spreading throughout my body.
When did we became afraid? Afraid of dreams, imagination, fairytales?
Well we are now. Afraid of dreams because the nightmares we were once told were "just nightmares" now live in our own backyards, roaming the ghostly streets. Afraid of imagination because the monsters that were "only imaginary" sleep beneath our feet and wait quietly outside our bedroom door silently waiting to pounce on there next mislead victim. Afraid of fairy tales because now there's no such thing as "happily ever after."
As I roam the empty streets all I see is empty cans, broken windows, and boarded up doors, because in this world..this parallel universe, you have to do anything and everything to live. To stay safe. To simply survive.
But it wasn't always like this, when did it all change?
When did inhumane become the ordinary? When did humans turn into beasts? When did everything go wrong? And why?