Ghost Town lived up to its name.
The wind howled across the barren outskirts of the abandoned city, raising clouds of ash and dust beneath the glow of the half moon.
The air was dry and heavy, smelling with burnt rubber and metal and something more fouler, something alien.
No lights.
No movements.
Just silence and shadow.
Ghost Town.
Night time gave us the advantage of stealth. But it also made everything feel more tense. Almost uncertain as no one has dared stepped foot into this part of Sector Z for over five years.
Funny how just a few hours ago, people were shouting my name like I'd already won the battle.
"Skateboard Man! Go show 'em!"
"E-Class to the world!"
"You're making history, bro!"
My neighbors, friends and fellow lower class heroes cheered for me after seeing my face plastered on the TV.
Their cheers echoed in my mind as I stepped off the transport at the edge of Ghost Town, the excitement still buzzing in my heart or core—
Until reality hit.
