Last Night

In the year 2134, a series of record breaking earthquakes, tornadoes, tsunamies, drought etc struck the world, causing a disturbance in the global stability.

Billions of lives lost, millions of lives scarred, hundreds of countries demolished. Only a handful of societies were able to recover and continue thriving under such crisis. The top being The Big City.

Living up to its name, The Big City is simply a city ( or state, whichever one used in your country ) that has an entire continent all to itself. It is home to all classes of people and as all civilised societies, the rich and well powered oppresses the poor.

The Big City is divided into two parts. The first part being home to the relevant and well powered people is referred to as Oasis. It makes up about seventy percent of the continent and is the thriving heart of The Big City.

The second part, commonly referred to as 'the slum' is home to all manner of deliquents and nuisances in the city.

In the dark and repulsive streets of the slums, a pale young man, Dante, walks in an awkward manner. As he was passing by, he does his evening routine of observing his neighbourhood.

There were people of his age sleeping of the muddy street, others were planning what manner of mischief they would perform in the coming morning, some were silently cursing their life and others were praying to their gods to shine a ray of hope on them.

To Dante, this is how his everyday life is. After a hard day's hustling, he passes by this people on his way back to the slum.

He stopped in front of a crumbling building being held by different scraps of metals and takes a deep breath. A choking smell full of urine and different types of chemicals found way into his nostrils.

'god I'll miss this'. those were his thoughts as his lips curled into a smile.

He entered into the building and was greeted by the faces of people full of grief and regret.

After taking notes of all the faces surrounding him, he slithers past the horde of people and approaches the counter where the owner of this establishment resides.

A fat woman who had a mole the size of a ring attached to the side of her cheek was sitting behind a makeshift table. From her body physique Dante could tell that she was in her early fifties.

The woman adjusting her glasses studies the boy at her front for a while and said in a grating voice " what do u want boy? ".

" umm, I'll like to stay her for a night "

" it will cost you ". when saying this the woman eyed Dante's thinking if he's like one of those youngsters who come here hoping to crash for the night.

Dante looked at the woman for a while before sluggishly bringing out some set of bills from his pocket and gave it to the woman.

After caressing the money the woman then pointed to a corner, indicating that that will be his abode for the night.

Dante left her, as the woman's only attention was the money, and made his way through the horde of people to his corner.

He laid down on the floor grimacing as he did so and closed his eyes. The last thought that came to his mind brought about a smile.

'I really lived a shitty life'

With that he drew his last breath and plunged into an abyss of unfathomable darkness