The World beneath Us

Four- Neoterics

"What are you thinking about?"

The voice startled me. I turn around to see the person that stood out from the crowd. Short black hair and dark eyes that were cold and hostile. He wasn't short, but he wasn't tall either. He wasn't the sort of person that seemed approachable.

"Nothing. Just staring at the lights," I said turning back towards the view of the city.

"And this is what you do during your spare time? How wasteful."

I didn't reply. I kept my gaze towards the city's lights. He walked over to the railing beside me and watched the lights.

"Not bad. I prefer to live in a real city," He said gruffly.

We stare at the buildings and people. I decided to break the silence since it was pretty awkward.

"To be honest I don't know if I like this place or not. I don't know how to feel about this anymore," I said. "To many tragic events."

"Aver was it? He worked with the dead," He asked sternly. There was something off when he said the word dead.

"He was my mentor, sort of," I replied. "He was quite a mystery, since I only see him at work. As if he disappears and reappears for work."

"Like a Reaper... " He mumbled.

"I beg your pardon?" I craned my neck.

"Nothing. He's gone," He said coldly. "I was only here to tell you Lorence is dead. Not a bad job for a brat."

He turned around and walked away.

"Wait! Who are-" I forgot to ask for who he was, but I was to late. He vanished.

Lorence was dead. What exactly are they planning? Lorence is dead because of me. I jerked my head up. Wasn't he 'supposedly' the person that killed the victims? And I was talking to him?! He didn't do anything suspicious, nor did it look like he wanted to kill me. Still, I should stay clear of him.

A couple of days passed after the encounter of the mysterious dark haired person. I spend most of my time in the rural because, well I hated the city. Too crowded, too loud, and way too busy.

Some older teenagers and young adults have young teenagers or children that look about ten to seventeen tagged along with them. They were giving them a tour around the place; their future new home. This would mean one thing: A large amount of people are deceased. The newcomers, aka Neoterics, or Neos, were in their typical cheerful,naive states. It's only in a matter of weeks before they realized how hellish this place is; how their optimistic eyes grow weary and dimmer.

I stumbled over a rock. No it was a can, and it was full! I dashed after it trying to make my way through the sea of people. It's gone.

"Excuse me is this yours?" A girl tapped my shoulder holding up the can.

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The girl looked about fourteen with light brown hair and light green eyes.

"You're a newcomer, right?" I asked.

"Mhm, I think so," She mumbled fixing her ponytail. "I was assigned a mentor."

"Where's your mentor?"

"Ahh, things started to get real bad. My mentor is dead– no, she was killed," She said. "She was caught in a fight with people at the... Terrain? Yeah, Terrain."

"Fight... For canned food?" I piped up.

"Yeah. I think she was crazy anyways. "These canned goods are from God! He has heard my prayers, and all you animals are fighting over this! Such disrespect! Angel will definitely not be pleased!" She recited.