King_Cruel

"For where did we create the images of hell if not inspired by what we see in where we dwell?"

" There are no stories a dead man can tell but if a dead man walks again will you be brave enough to learn about what he might tell? "



The story is set in a society not far from the likes of ours in the near future century. It speaks of the ills of society along with the ramifications of Playing God.

Dead Man Walking: Thriving in an Undead World

A man sits at the edge of a high riser's balcony...


His feet swinging back and forth like parallel pendulums...


below him, the bustling city looks like a circuit board filled with led lights...


His mind is blank as he drowns himself in blaring music looking at the stars sparsed across the dark sky.


his posh apartment, filled with an excess of luxuries he bought with his hard earned money.


he looks at the set of velvet couches artistically placed around his living room , paintings filled the spaces on the white walls dimly lit by the moonlight.


He turns his head towards his front and the reflection from the other building infront was what he saw. he feels numb but he sensed something moving towards him.


He turned to his right and he saw a small light slowly approaching, the sounds of beating engines filled the air and soon he saw the helicopter approaching.


"huh?!" he recoiled in surprise and he went out of balance. The gusts of wind hit him and it resulted into him almost being thrown off from where he was seated.


for a moment he saw the city lights blurr, his face set towards the ground, in an instant he felt the depth and gravity pulling him down. before he'd come to senses with what just happened he grabbed the railings and was hanging with one hand. 


With the music still blaring him senseless, he looked dumbfounded as he watched the helicopter turn and twist before it plummets into the bustling city below.


Chapter I: Clueless