Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26407997-20151120193419

I am awake in the dead of night, lying in my bed, shivering to myself in my bed. In the other room, my sister is sobbing, and my mother is doing her best to comfort her. The sirens are blaring, and the street lights are blood red. I can hear the mob screaming outside, and I can see the light from their torches blazing through my window. Every time the blood watch starts, there is a mob. They are the ones who are trying to escape their impending doom. But I know what will happen to them. Anyone who leaves their house during a blood watch will be taken. The mob starts to scream, and I know the monsters have arrived to take them. I can hear their metal feet clanging outside. The mob screams for a full five minutes, before gradually starting to fade. And I know they have been taken. I can hear their hideous wheezing breath, even from inside the thick walls of my bedroom. I can hear them as they walk up our street. I can hear them as they wheeze, deciding on who to take, and never see the light of day again. As they decide who will be spared, and live another day. I can hear one of them walk up the steps to my house. I hold my breath in complete terror. Even my sister has stopped crying. For one terrifying minute, the monster simply stands outside our front door. And then it walks off, every step away from our house spelling out my relief. I wasn`t taken. I will see the light of tomorrow. My sister starts to sob again. The sirens gradually stop their blaring, and the red lights turn off. The blood watch is over. I wait for the screaming to begin. The screaming of a mother when she realizes that her daughter has been taken. The screaming of a son when he realizes he will never see his father again.

Here in this cesspool,we simply refer to this hellish place as the island.A rather simple name,and yet it holds back so all the terror that happens on it.But I sometimes hear that it used to have another name.Back when those strange things called cars could actually move.Back when those strange black walls could make glorious lights.

It used to be called New York City 