Drunk Mans Game

The Worlds End

Fruitless screams echoed around the streets of New York, begging to be taken seriously and understood. "THE VOICES! THERE TELLING ME THAT WERE ALL GOING TO DIE". The local drunk man was screaming into the street, waiting for someone, anyone to hear him out. He was terrified of the thought of the dark abyss of his mind, where creatures of sin lay hiding, whispering and cooing into his ear, tempting him to listen. Someone had to take him seriously, as he had seen the worlds end flash before his eyes, fire and shadows swirling, demons appearing from the reflection of mirrors, ravaging at anything they could find, even children. "PLEASE YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND KIND PEOPLE OF NEW YORK! YOURSELVES AND YOUR CHILDREN ARE IN HORRIFIC DANGER!"
"Block your ears son, the mans not well".
Family's ignored the drunk mans screams as they closed there windows, enveloping themselves in duvet covers, letting the quiet and tranquility take them away peacefully to a well deserved rest, as "New York, the city that never falls asleep" fell to silence. The middle aged man was faced with torment and humiliation as scowls of onlookers met his face, obviously writing him of as mentally unstable. They were not going to listen. He collapsed onto the coldness of the asphalt defeated, as the voices in his head insisted more, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, there sirens song begging him to lose his mind, and do there bidding as they pleased. He grabbed the sides of his head with his hands and cried silently.
"Mummy? What's wrong with that man?"
"Ignore him honey go to sleep, the mans not well, but soon the big nice police men will come and they will help him"
"Okay mummy! Goodnight"
He felt the pang of judgment and shame as he realised the sleeping town saw him as a drunken menace, and refused to even let a word of what he was saying infiltrate there minds.
"WELL YOU WAIT! FIRST WILL COME THE MURDER OF THE FEW, THEN THE MURDER OF THE MANY. THE SIGNS WILL APPEAR IN FRONT OF YOU, FAMINE AND BETRAYAL WILL PLAGUE OUR CITY! THEN WE WILL ALL DIE!"
His nose bled as he screamed these words as loud as his lungs would allow, before he swiftly collapsed on the sharp coldness of the asphalt below him with a muffled thud. The ambulance quickly arrived, taking him strait to hospital. Everyone had heard what he had said, but off course chose to ignore it. The man was obviously drunk, or high, or perhaps both. His maddened unshaven face, bulging red eyes, and slur of incoherent babble was more then a sure sign he wasn't in the right state of mind... but maybe... just maybe... they secretly feared what he was saying
was true.

Hello ^^ 💕. Something a bit different for once, as there isn't a romance present in this one. The beer is going to have to stay as the image until I can find a better one ;-;, but I hope u enjoyed the story as much as I did writing it! (●'ω｀●). I'm planning to buckle down and finish this series, as I hope it has potential for something big, though not a entirely new premise! Wish my luck! ╰(*'︶'*)╯♡. Hope u enjoyed and please carry on supporting me ^_−☆