Hmm... I think it's by now i like my own story...
I didn't know why, but I was convinced that what the child said was true, it was darkness in that room. Frightened I started to walk. The walking quickly turned into running. However, it was better to be safe than just think that you are. Or?
After running until I could no longer see the neither the house nor the window, I stopped. Looking all around me, trying to see if there was anyone else to frighten me. I wanted somewhere to go, a place to hide away. I wished I could remember anywhere I was welcome. It could be anything at all, just something. Maybe Hell did deserve it's name anyway. I did almost burst in tears by pure despression and fear when I heard music. Music... It was like a light, that gave me warmth and the feeling of safety. I walked towards it. Like I was hypnotized, I took step by step to the music. To who ever it was that played it.
I found myself staring at something in a window. And when I finally got control over myself again I saw that it was a gun. A strong gun. I looked on the sign. Too expensive. Whatever. It was then it hit me. I knew exactly how to use that gun. It was complicated. So many things to think on but anyway, I knew how to use it and I was good. The best? No. The music came from this place. It seemed to be a shop, so I just opened the door and went in. I stared at all the nice weapons in there. Strong and good-looking. Hm, maybe I should have one as soon as I got some Moolah. I looked at the counter. On the counter stood a radio, behind it was a old mud eating a fruit or such. I looked at him for a while, then i walked up to him. I cleared my throat and he looked up.
"Can I help you?" he asked. I thought for a moment. Could he?
"Yes.." I said. "I have some questions..."
He turned the radio off, threw the fruit in a black basket and looked on me again.
"Hm, yes... I have noticed there is no people on the street. Why?"
"Are you new?"
I tried to laugh. I didn't.
"Well, basically no, but maybe, there is chances that I am..."
"People are afraid to go out. There are killers, hitmans, desperate streeters and just plain maniacs out there. Some of them kills for fun. It's like fullmoon each day! I am taking a risk just standing here with all these weapons. All that has to happen is that a maniac comes in, grabs a weapon and..."
He smacked his hands.
"...I'm out." I looked at him.
"Oh... By the way, is it normal with ghosts here?"
He looked at me.
"You have seen him!? I mean... Was it a young, dirty child? Male mud?"
I nodded. He did the same.
"Did he tell you about a girl or a friend?"
"No, all he did was to show me a window. Scary..."
"Well, then I ask you. Could you do me a favour?"
"What?"
"For a couple of days ago, my oldest friend got tired of this place and decided to run. She and her family tried to escape. Her housband and son got killed emmidiatly, they took her away. I know where."
"Oh? Where is it? I could make a try."
"Yes, it's the large building to the north. About twenty floors high, you can't miss it. Try in the basement, they have something there, I don't know what, but something. I would be grateful and..." his voice cracked and he looked away. After a while he turned back to me. He sighed, got down behind the counter and came up again with a knife.
"Take this, and any weapon you want from these shelfes. It would help."
I took the knife. As I went away to the shelfes to look after a weapon I could use, I thought of something.
"How does she look?"
"She is a mudokon, white skin and almost as tall as I am."
I nodded and took down a large gun.
"What is this, Size TB?"
He stared at me like I was insane.
"Size Too Big?"
He laughed.
"Come here."
And when I walked up to him, he took the gun and loaded it. He gave me extra ammo and shaked my hand.
"Good luck." he said.
I walked out of the door, and to the north.
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