Revolting

She was just as revolting as I remembered.

The city that chewed people up and spat out the bones. A place where dreams didn't come true and where those who were condemned were sent. At the end of the day, Prescott was a hole. It was a literal hole in the ground. A town had been built at the bottom of the whole, the ravine sheltering them from the hardships of the world. In fact if you were from Prescott you knew that in fact, The hardships of the world all found themselves smack bang in the middle of the hell city. There was nothing here to be proud of. Number one in crime. Number one in suicides. Number one in pollution. City with the lowest life expectancy. 

Canaan walked it's dirty streets, filled with sin and all sorts of deplorable acts that everyone had become desensitized to the images that flooded their being. 

He approached the building on the edge of town. A tall building that was in dire need of repairs. Walking up to his old room had been even more of a task that he had remembered. He stepped over intertwined bodies, some cold and lifeless, as he made his way up the staircase. Within a span of five minutes he had found himself assailed by offers of companionship, offers of chemically induced fun times, offers of death contracts that would be pulled off for him if only he was willing to pay. Each person he grunted at as he tried to walk past and eventually he had made it to his house.

The faded black spray painted number 5124 had been left clean as he saw hundreds of tags strewn out from top to bottom. The overlapping black red and blue paints and markers had made an obscure yet familiar pattern that he associated with him. 

Three doors later and he had arrived back home. Security always had to be tight. He placed the black suitcase on the ground next to the thirty identical looking sleek cases on the floor. He stood there for a moment to admire the stock that had been in front of him and crossed his arms.

Above the bags that littered most of the floor space of his apartment had been a map. There he could see all the different locations that he had marked out with red and green pinheads. From here on it it was only a matter of time. He'd have to leave soon but for how he'd just stay and enjoy the town. 

He laughed at his own joke knowing that he wanted to be rid of this hell hole of an abomination on the planet. He walked across to the room and flicked the light switch that clicked and let out a low hum as the low light above the black dinner table came to life. Two black chairs sat opposite each other identical in their make and design, perfectly spaced to seem like a mirror image of themselves. There in the middle of the table under the yellow glow of the low hanging light were piles of pills. and zip lock bags. There lined next to the pills were packets of the white dust ready for him to distribute.