1. Life (1/2)

how wonderful it is,

living in neo tokyo. i wish that could be my life. but sadly my

residence is in a crampt apartment in the heart of the old city, old

tokyo. i was working late at the the resturant of chentilly's. sort

of, i liked working there, or rather being there. i got to see the

better side of life in that part old tokyo. though we only had a

handful of customers every day, thanks to the revolution that was

being taken into sorts. college students have been making riots about

a revolution, that tokyo was going to change soon, police everyday

had a number of people die everyday in response. not to mention all

of the motorcycle gangs that make scenes as a daily routine. after

wolrd war iii, things went spiraling downwards. nearly everyone died

when a large explosion took place, but we all knew that it wasn't

caused by a bomb. something different attacked us, something human,

unexplainable. i wasn't in tokyo at first when this happened, i

wasn't even alive then. it happened in the year 1988, i was born in

2001. during the terrorist attacks put on the united states. i'm only

eighteen, but of course i was working by age thirteen by how poor my

family was, and how high our rent is. it's only me and my mother, but

we've been through the worst of times, and we survived luckily.

because of my choice to

work late, after 5 p.m., i chose when i got off. i'm lucky to have a

boss that agrees with me on most things. i was sitting in a chair

near the main door to the resturant and i looked at the clock. it was

three more minutes until ten o'clock. all of this for the money. the

television was set to a news channel, and of course, they were

talking about the riots about the college. then they were talking

about something important escaping from a laboratory. were they

talking about a small boy? who watched the news anymore? this city

was going to rot either way. i stood up and stretched out my arms.

"mizo! i'm going home now, 'kay?" i shouted out to my boss

who was in the back room. "alright minora. have a nice night."

he responded from the room, and i dragged the sleeves of my jacket

over my arms.

i opened the door and

stepped out, looking around, looking to my right to see all of the

buildings in the distance. they were monsterous, towering into the

night sky, making that a near purple. pollution and lights killed the

stars. another thing i didn't like about cities, no stars. i sighed,

and put the black hood of the jacket over my head, covering my

shoulder-length hair from other's eyes. then i turned my head and

looked around, hearing the dull buzzing of an engine. then, as fast

as i heard the noise, three motorcycles whizzed past me, except for

one that fell quickly on it's side and the person landed on the

pavement a few feet away from the teal bike. his buddy, i guessed,

called him an idiot as he went after the rival gang member. i knew

who the rival was. the clowns. they were the only gang that ate food

at chentilly's. being their waitress for a number of years, of course

i would know what they would look like. and their uniformed jackets

were all too familiar. i looked to the young boy. i couldn't tell

what gang he was a part of, and i wasn't sure wether to help him.

he winced and stoof up,

his knees shaking vigorously. he picked up the bike by the handles,