Ahem, Where should I start? I've been walking these streets all my life, even before they were paved. Before they had a word for, well anything. I remember when I could grunt a few times and it would get me a pitcher of nothing, ah life without liquor.. How did I survive? Ah right, that whole immortal thing. Its not like I can chop my own head off, maybe I'll get lucky some day, But luck has a way of being a complete dick, I've seen every inch of this city, from the dark abandoned sewers, to the not so abandoned subway station. You want to know a pain in the ass, Not knowing you are walking the wrong direction down a subway track and having it run itself up your ass. That is a true pain in the ass, This is Main street, to my left is the first national bank of Infinity City. It's being robbed.. I should inform you that this is not like normal cities, Hang on I have to dodge a herd of undead.... Alright where was I? Right, alcohol is like fuel for me, I drink it and it returns me to a better state of mind.. . Did I mention I'm homeless? Cops, where are they going? Oh well, as I was saying, finding the right level of comfort in this city is a bit difficult for some, due to the overpowering and corrupt business men who run the entire city.
The dog limping by my side is Lucky, I'm surprised he's made it this far, usually he just spins around in circles and whines because I can't afford to feed him. So this is my city, Others think they are making a difference, and that they run this place. But this is mine, my city - I'm just letting them play in it.
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The sun cracks over the horizon, the magnificent city's shadow becomes a memory in its own past. The busy honking of cars, the people amongst the street, the few fading screams from the lower south district being eaten by zombies. Another beautiful blister torched scorching day in Paradise. Weather reports that global warming may be approaching sooner than expected as some birds have caught fire midflight in the northern half of the city.
Forecast for tonight: Dark.
A man sits in his window of the 93rd floor of the Empire building laughing to himself, a man of mystery and judgmental destruction.
Banks across the city continue to be robbed, as the employees help the robbers pack bags of cash into their vans, they are not doing the wrong thing, they just want them to hurry up and leave so they can return to their work. Some bank's keep them hostages, A man gets mugged on the sidewalk, as passerby's ignore his pleas for mercy.
This city has been bled dry of hope, there is no more dreams, with more people disappearing overnight, it's the Bermuda triangle of cities.
Welcome to Infinity City, What will the day bring.