A province of a small country, not having much influence socially, economically or politically. The leaders of the country leaving its inhabitants left to rot.
The inhabitants rely on theft and illegal acts to survive. Crime is on all time high. Fights erupt out of no where between neighbors, friends, siblings that leads to death of one or many. The police is having a hard time to deal with many catastrophic events.
One night, when the moon and the stars slumber behind the blanket of dense clouds. The police is called by the mayor asking them to assist him with something. The Chief told two police officers to rush over to the mayor’s house.
As they arrived, ”Has this place always felt this ominous?”, Shafiq the police officer said feeling a chill down his spine. ”Shut up!”, Sidra also an officer replied while feeling anxious.
They enter the mayor’s mansion, as they opened the door to his room, the door making a creaking noise.
As the door open, they are forced to behold the hanging body of the mayor. ”Holy shit!”, Shafiq and Sidra exclaimed in synchronicity. ”What the hell is this?”, Sidra asked, ”How am I supposed to know?”, Shafiq replied calmly.
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Upon close inspection, mayor’s eyes are gouged out, tongue has been cut off, along with his testicles mutilated and tied inside a plastic bag.
Sidra threw up, ”Cough, Cough, I can’t take it.”, she said as she left the scene, and said "I'll be in the car."
Shafiq kept on looking around, ”We’ll need to call for special forces to investigate this, this isn’t ordinary.”, Shafiq talking to himself.
Just as Shafiq is about to leave, he felt as if someone is walking around the room in the dark. He looked around. Didn't see anyone or anything but still this feeling. Terrified, his legs started to shake. He ran back towards his car with instilled fear in his heart.
As he approached the car, he opened the door and sat in, ”You wouldn’t believe me if I said...” Shafiq said as he looked over, he is greeted with the dead body of Sidra staring at him. Her face, messed up, her lips and eyelids being completely cut off in a way that it looked like she was smiling, with her eyes wide open, and her teeth covered in blood.
”AAAHHHHHHHHHHHH”, Shafiq screamed, ”What is going on?”, Shafiq said while getting out of the car and falling on his hips, as he slid backwards, chk-chk, someone standing behind him, with a gun on his head. Terrified. So terrified. He can’t talk, can’t move, he can’t even look to his back, to the person that is about to take his life.
Morning. The police is reported by the locals, that there are two bodies in the middle of the street.
”WHAT!”