Dead city radio

Rivercreak

Rivercreak was surrounded by huge giant trees that always casted a shadow over the town, barley letting sun light in. In the town there was small shops and few conveniences stores, some historical buildings, and a lot of abandoned buildings. Everyone in the town seemed brain washed to believe that this small rural town cut off from the real normal world is all they needed, they went on with their day to day lives stuck in what Zack would say, a rut. Every day it was the same thing, he'd either walk to school or take the bus depending on his mood, listen to the radio station called dead city radio, do all his work and finish it the second he gets it, he skips gym, sits alone at lunch, walks home and then goes to "work". Zach has never been like the rest of them, he's "normal". He could think for himself and do what he wants, change his day to day routine but he chooses not to, why change it if no one notices? No one ever payed attention to Zach, he wasn't like the rest of the towns people so people either ignored him or simply didn't know he was there. He was one of the two normal people in the town, the other was Dr.Death, the DJ at the old radio station. Dr.Death talked about the issues going on in the outside world like who was the new president in America, no one in the town seemingly knew or cared about trump. Dr.Death also talked about the issues in the town like the brain washed towns people and his theories of why they're like that. He was never seen by anyone. Not by Zack, and Zack doubted that the towns people have heard his show. So as the years went on Zack was alone and only had the company of Dr.Death through his headphone. Zack was 5'11 with short light sandy blonde hair, pale skin that was tan in comparison with his light almost white blue eyes, light neon blue headphone on his neck when he's not listening to dead city radio, he was a fairly attractive young man and in a normal world girls would have crushes on him even though he was anti social and hated most people. He usually was wearing a ripped green hoodie with rips from claws in the right arm, a skull T shirt underneath his hoodie, ripped up black skinny jeans with dark stains on the legs, black converse with black and red stains and mud all over them. He sat in his 3rd period class, history. In history class, all was taught is the history of the town, every class seemed like the same lesson. As he already knew all this, Zack put in his headphones and put his head down, listening to actual music instead of the radio show. He look around the class and saw the back of the head of someone he had never seen before, a boy with dark brown hair a little longer then his, tan skin with freckles down his neck, broad shoulders and what seemed like strong arms. This boy couldn't be older then 17. Zack could only see that much but he was puzzled by the fact that... well he had never seen this boy before, Zack had memorized every face in the school as a sort of a game, he had no social media or modern games so he had to play mind games with himself. Zack had recognized every face, back of the head and style choice in the school yet he didn't recognize this boy. The new boy was wearing a black t shirt with some logo on the front, blue jeans and red vans. The boy kept his gaze forward at the board and actually payed attention. Zack gazed at the back of the boys head trying to figure out who this boy was.