The Red City
This city, it’s a place full of low life dross. It’s the place where hope comes to die. Rape, murder and drugs are all rife in this city; it’s how the people make their living. Here, women are treated like objects, like a man’s toy, used for nothing but sex and chores. Here, murder is the justice system. You do someone wrong they kill you, that’s just the way it goes. Here, drugs are like a currency, you pay your bills with drugs; you buy your children clothes and food with drugs. Where are the police in all this? The majority of the police are owned by the drug Cartel and if they’re not they’re either dead or they saw sense and don’t live here anymore. Plain and simple, this city isn’t a good place. You don’t choose to live here, unless you’re a murderer, rapist or drug lord, you just end up here because of truly unfortunate events. You could be born here and believe me if you’re born here you won’t ever leave. It’s like you’re born with something in your blood, something that instinctively makes you want to kill, makes you want to rape women, makes you want to sell drugs for a living. You’ll be locked up before the age of fifteen. If you’re not born here you could’ve come here because you’re hiding from the law or, ironically, because you’ve just come out of prison and you were looking to make a new start. Regardless, this city wouldn’t and certainly shouldn’t be your first choice. A last resort, that’s what it is.
What’s it like here during the daytime? The daytime’s when the drug Cartel comes out to collect their pay. Scarring local businesses out of what they call protection money. It’s not protection; it’s simply robbery without a fuss. The only reason local businesses pay the Cartel to protect them is because they know they can’t go to the police, who are owned by the Cartel anyway. Protection from the Cartel comes with more disadvantages than it does advantages, large weekly payments that if not met you get your eye balls brutally gouged out. Not only that, but rival gangs and Cartel’s from two towns over coming to smash the place up as revenge for something the Cartel did. The daytime’s for the Cartel, the nights for the murder’s and rapists. At night you can try to get to sleep but chances are you’ll be woken by the screams of someone getting the skin of their face slowly sliced off by one of the psychopath murderers that crawl out at night. If you’re not hearing the sound of people being murdered and tortured then you’re probably hearing the cries of innocent women being disgustingly raped by the utmost dross of this earth. You don’t want to be out during the night. You don’t want to be out during the day either.