I imagine there are three things in particular that scare the bricks out of humans:
> 1. Waking up in a dumpster
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> 2. Have no recollection of your life before waking up (refer to 1.)
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> 3. Learn you are in the worst place anyone could ever be in.
With all that being said, you simply won't believe what situation I just got into.
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I woke up to a blinding crimson light, as I stood face to face with an ugly lumpy rat thing. I sat upward, noticing I was in a dumpster in an alleyway. The rat thing was still on my lap as it shrieked. I stared into it's soulless beady eyes. For whatever reason the rat screamed even louder when I began to focus on it, and it climbed over the dumpster's door and flew away, literally, it grew wings and soared into the skies. As the thing rose up, I took a good look at what was above me. Unswerving skyscrapers towered over me, and the sky itself was a gassy red, with multiple contrails on it that resembled eyes and mouthes.
I checked my attire. I seemed to be wearing a brown leather jacket with slightly torn jean, and I also realised I sported a grey knitted scarf which gave me an oddly nostalgic feeling. I planted my palms on my head, realising I was wearing a helmet, probably a World War II Pilot's helmet, which had these goggles wrapped around it.. I then proceeded to knock on the helmet twice, not just to check out hard it was, but also in frustration as I was attempting to recall on HOW exactly do I know these things.
I was going to check my hair when I heard a lot of noises from outside the claustrophobic and tight alleyway.
BANG! POP! SNIFF!
I ventured on out, which was something I came to sorely regret. I was immediately met with a random crackhead with a dark brown red skin colour sniffing up some drugs right in front of me on the ground of a sidewalk.
Crackhead: Hahaeheha! The- the monkeys!
I guessed it was supposed to be a street, but it was flooded by the weirdest events and characters to the point where I slapped myself in the face just to assure myself that I was not having a nightmare. There were people fighting with weird melee weaponry, more crackheads sniffing up drugs on the ground, scorching hot white fire on the peak of the smaller buildings
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Person fighting 1: HAVE AT YOU!
He shouted as he stabbed his rapier into the more taller, tankier looking person's thigh who too, had a dark brown red skin colour. In fact, everyone seemed to have that skin colour. I looked at my hand and noticed I too, was the same.
Person fighting 2: HAVE AT MY NUTS!
He exclaimed before brutally smashing Person 1's head into bits with a large futuristic hammer. His brain matter and blood went everywhere, staining the road with more scarlet goo than what was already there.
The brick walls were graffiti'd with abstract designs I'd never seen before. There was this one that made me chuckle in this time of madness, yet I wasn't sure why. It looked like two green circles joined together, with a lengthy circular cone on top of the two circles.
Crackhead: HEY! WHASS THAT!?
He pointed at the right side of the road, revealing a Black SUV coming in. It seemed like the passengers had their hands out the windows. I squinted my eyes, wondering exactly they were doing, before realising they were holding assault rifles. I proceeded to duck back inside the alleyway as I heard far too much gunshots and splatters. It was at that moment I realised, I was in hell.
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I hid in there for about 3 hours, waiting for the chaos, and most likely the people, to die down. Long after, I exited, coming face to face with a crashed burning SUV in the shops. I looked from side to side, trying to find a singular person and noticed a cloaked crackhead straight up drinking the splurting blood from their crackhead comrade. I approached them slowly.
Me: U-uh he-
I swallowed in my words and pursed my lips, before putting my fingers to my throat. I was extremely disappointed by my voice. Even though I had only been conscious for 3 hours, I at least expected myself to sound like a deep gruff guy like in an action movie (again, how do I know what an action movie is?) with a British accent. Unfortunately, my voice sounded more like an American prepubescent teenage boy trying to sound gruff but failing miserably. My voice was high pitched yet cranky, like there were glass shards in my throat.
The crackhead whirled around, with a face not even a mother could love. She appeared to be female, and was far shorter than me, her head being on my neck height.
Crackhead: G-guh...whaaat? Whaddya-
She then looked upward into my face, as her face contorted in despair and her eyes widened. Her eyes in particular bothered me, as she had black scleras. She opened her mouth wide and screamed.
Crackhead: AHH! AHH! MONSTER! EYES OF GOD!
Me: Woah woah, what's the problem lady?
Crackhead: STAND BACK! STAND BACK! RAH!
She pointed a small dagger at me, and ordered me to go away.
Me: Okay! Holy human remains man! I'll leave!
I put my arms up in a surrender sign before running off from that street. Do not ask me why I said 'Holy human remains' because I don't know either. It just came to me naturally. On another note, why did she say that? Eyes of God? What could it mean? Regardless, I definitely didn't want people freaking out over my eyes. It was a damn shame I couldn't see a reflection of my face, since every piece of glass in the entire city seemed to be broken. Then I remembered that my helmet had goggles wrapped around. I adjusted the goggles to cover my eyes, with the realisation that the lenses were a dark, but seeable, orange. I then made a move on forward, in hopes of finding a restaurant or even just a place in which everyone was dying.