You finally venture to make your way back home after the rain stops. It's not safe. Then again is it ever? You pass an alleyway and you see a body. Just a few minutes ago it ceased from being a person to just a body. You never stop but this time you do. It's back is soaked in blood or by the rain you can't - don't want to know. It probably had a family. Everyone has family right? You think poor chap, poor soul. The truth is you're just glad it's not you. Yet, you know that this once breathing person was stabbed for the mere twenty dollars in his wallet. How do you know that? Because it's you. Who is going to save you? Not the people walking by, not the cops, not yourself. You can't remember how it happened but it was only a matter of time before the city got to you just like it gets to everyone else. People look out the window and all they see is gray. Everything's gray. The buildings, the streets, the good guys are bad guys and the bad guys actually aren't as bad as you think. The government no longer runs the city. Half the time cops are working against us too, too afraid to play it the straight and narrow. The mafias and criminals with the most power are the ones you answer to. And you better say yes or you'll be another story that parents will tell to their children at night to be good.

You wake up from the nightmare knowing, hoping that it wasn't you, but it could be. Every night you walk the streets of that nightmare, you hope that if that when your time comes the so called 'terrorists,' the vigilantes would come to your rescue. You hope you're worth being saved. As you open your eyes you can smell the horrible smell. The looming stench of the death that surrounds the city. Everyone's desensitized by it all. They ignore the fact that there's a dead body in an alley or blood in the street drains. The crime and the filth, it's leeching its way into our homes and schools, pretty soon anything of order will drown in the chaos. We're done with it. Fuck the crime, fuck the government, and most of all fuck the fear.