11/28/09. 12:02 AM.
My Overtime shift had ended. Finally. I needed to get out of here. I put on my North Face and made my way towards the exit, Saying goodnight to whoever was left in the building. As I step outside, the cold, winter air welcomes me and wakes me up, reminding me that i had to walk home, since the bus stops too close, and the subway stops too far. I take in chilling air. The frigid breeze feels my lungs. I start my trek towards my one room apartment, wondering if there was any food in the fridge. The ambiance of the quiet, empty avenues of Manhattan were never welcoming, especially at night. I had saw on the news that someone invaded a guy's home and crushed him under a falling Bunk bed, instantly killing him. "Tough Shit" I'd mumbled if the cause of the death wasn't so hilarious. Unfortunately, they say that the killer's still at large.
Unfortunately for me, I was it's next target.
As i passed an alleyway, a pair of hands reached from out of the shadows, and grabbed at my jacket. The hands brought me into the alleyway, and started pummeling me. I tried to defend, I tried to hit back, but i couldn't see anything. I was swinging in total darkness. Hit after hit, i tried to counter, but my actions were deemed useless. I started to feel the blood running out of my nose and mouth, flowing out more and more gratuitously with every punch. I was at the end of my rope, and was starting to fade. I knew i wasn't going to make it out of this alleyway alive. The killer threw me against a wall, ready to make a final blow.
"What are you waiting for, fucker? Finish me." I say, spitting blood at my killer.
It's last blow smashed my head against the wall, ending me. My body slumped and fell, welcoming the cold New York concrete. The killer took out a gun and emptied a clip in me to make sure i wouldn't get back up. It wiped it's bloodied hands on my jacket, set the gun down near me, and walked out of the alleyway.
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Well, I'm Dead now. Ain't that a *****?
My Overtime shift had ended. Finally. I needed to get out of here. I put on my North Face and made my way towards the exit, Saying goodnight to whoever was left in the building. As I step outside, the cold, winter air welcomes me and wakes me up, reminding me that i had to walk home, since the bus stops too close, and the subway stops too far. I take in chilling air. The frigid breeze feels my lungs. I start my trek towards my one room apartment, wondering if there was any food in the fridge. The ambiance of the quiet, empty avenues of Manhattan were never welcoming, especially at night. I had saw on the news that someone invaded a guy's home and crushed him under a falling Bunk bed, instantly killing him. "Tough Shit" I'd mumbled if the cause of the death wasn't so hilarious. Unfortunately, they say that the killer's still at large.
Unfortunately for me, I was it's next target.
As i passed an alleyway, a pair of hands reached from out of the shadows, and grabbed at my jacket. The hands brought me into the alleyway, and started pummeling me. I tried to defend, I tried to hit back, but i couldn't see anything. I was swinging in total darkness. Hit after hit, i tried to counter, but my actions were deemed useless. I started to feel the blood running out of my nose and mouth, flowing out more and more gratuitously with every punch. I was at the end of my rope, and was starting to fade. I knew i wasn't going to make it out of this alleyway alive. The killer threw me against a wall, ready to make a final blow.
"What are you waiting for, fucker? Finish me." I say, spitting blood at my killer.
It's last blow smashed my head against the wall, ending me. My body slumped and fell, welcoming the cold New York concrete. The killer took out a gun and emptied a clip in me to make sure i wouldn't get back up. It wiped it's bloodied hands on my jacket, set the gun down near me, and walked out of the alleyway.
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Well, I'm Dead now. Ain't that a *****?
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