The Victim

Part 1

As my bitter, lost figure shuffles along into the bleak unknown, the loneliness surrounds my chilled bones. I turn to my left, to find a mysterious grey wall which conceals what I believe to be a construction site, deserted perhaps; which leads me to believe that no-one has been to this lonesome, rundown area for hours - and this, I presume is the very least. To my right stands a line of derelict, boarded-up buildings which collide together in fierce intimidation, hiding the secretive emptiness which lies within. The lifeless colours flake off the crumbling walls. The smell of damp attacks my senses, like a bread knife destroys yesterday's loaf.  The peace screams at me with hollow notes.

I take a lead along the bleak unknown; approaching a break in the intimidation to my right. I breathe in a scent, that can only be described as a rotting hell, engrossed, intertwining into the air around me. Out of the corner of my bewildered bright blue eyes, I recognise a faint outline, of what I believe to be human form. On closer inspection, I see a feminine face, black, blue and grey; as what is left of her bleached hair softly sways in the brisk breeze. A once pale pink dress clings to her frail figure with a deep red stain overwhelming her delicate clothing.

I correct myself, for I am wrong. This scent can be described, in one simply complicated word... Death.