The night sky on this day was an astronomical black, dark and grey patches covering the once blue and shining sky in its dominance. The streets below weighed and smelt of broken dreams and ambitions and with each step from the many unlucky, they knew it was over.
This world was called New dawn, a planet huge and mighty with a size that dwarfed other planets. It was divided into layers or rather realms from the lowest to the highest. This layer of New dawn was layer c or rather could be called the home of the slums and father to poverty. Streets were filled with nothing less than 200 homeless, and buildings were nothing more than structures waiting to collapse. In this place, morality was rare, as the overwhelming need for survival had filled the lungs of many, each one waiting for a chance to plunge those they hold dear into the abyss.
Sigh!
In a small restaurant down town, a young man stood serving some meals to those who at least had enough money to come here. He wore the staffs unfirorm and at his waist was a belt which held a pocket knife. He was a safety maniac, ready to stab and run at the slightest provocation from another. Not because of lack of self control or cowardice, but rather because he knew what kind of place this was!
He dropped the plate of beans and bread on the table as the woman who was sitted down thanked him with a small smile. He smiled a little at it, before his feet made way back to where he came from..The kitchen
There another plate was ready for the serving.
"Hurry hurry! We need to finish this and close the shop and go to the home assistance shelter to get some appicliances."A big and hefty man, at least 6 ft 3 announced. He wore a staffs uniform too, but his seemed more arranged and clean.
The staffs who were there, two females and one other male alongside the young man; Callien nodded.
Callien instantly carried two plates off the board and walked calmly to the other tables with customers, before the plate soon found purchase on their tables and at their front. They didn't smile like the woman, they just said nothing.
Callien didn't fret over it nor did he care, he just strode back to the kitchen in hopes of the next batch of plate being the last but to his dismay there was still more.
Tch!
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The sky had now gone completely black, all single small patches of grey which had riddled the sky now gone in smoke. The sky held barely any stars and the streets smelt of burnt tyres.
Callien walked home calmly, hands in his hoodie pocket as his 5 ft 11 figure made its way back home, his mind calculating his wage this month.
Here in layed c, wage didn't work as it did upwards, rather it was based on your performances throughout the month. It wasn't a fixed wage and it was one that could change depending on how much you work. Here people had gotten used to it and worked as hard as they could to afford a meal and most of the times the wage did not even compensate for anything. Callien was like this too but thanks to him being able to find this place he was able to get a good job which could at least afford him to buy a home in this hell called society.
Shortly after as Callien walked on the streets he spotted a group of people atop a bike. Two men and two women. One of the men had a tattoo on his arm and he had a very thin build and on his head stood a spiky style of hair, green in color. At the other side of him another guy sat too, this one the same. They were twins it seemed.
On each of their bike, were two females. One was dressed like a prostitute, with her cleavage hardly even covered as any person with eyes could see it. The other was smaller and her eyes hid a spark of innocence, but this place will soon dim it. It always did.
One of the guys noticed Callien and he stood up from the bike with some sort of courage and shouted "Hey!"
Callien pretended as though he had not heard, his steps increasing slightly. The guy with the spiky hair, smiled softly and he walked closer and shouted again this time saying "Hey I know you can hear me.." But again Callien pretended not to hear. He just kept walking. In this place, being prepared and safe was the best and also avoiding trouble was for the best. If he could avoid these people then he was okay, but if they continued to persist…Callien eyes turned dark.