Within a room laid a man in his early twenty's he was staring blankly at a wall his eyes jolting to one location to the next, drawing figures with his eyes, akin to ice dancers in a ring, he closed his eyes and bounced back onto his bed, he opened his mouth agape.
"mother fucker" he exclaimed, he pulled up his arms and proceeded to make a claw he massaged the air, twisting his hand from side to side, he whimpered "I just want to feel some tits"his arm collapsed and he sat dormant a buzzing sound resonated through the small room and landed on his cheek, "I wonder if flies have..." he jerked up and banged his head on the wall he once stared intently at.
he fell to the ground shouting "why have you forsaken me god, I humbly asked your grace a question, why have you forsaken me in my time of need" the door slammed open and he once again got hit, a figure walked in and asked "what are you doing down there?" He shouted saying "this is parental abuse you will be condemned for this!" The figure replied "stop being silly and get changed I'm going to work soon and you haven't been out the house in a while, why don't you go out today"
he nodded his head begrudgingly and got up the figure left and he got undressed, putting on a small pair of pants and clothes that didn't fit him he left the house, not before eating a banana with a large black spot that he peeled off.
He walked down the stairs of his prison like flat and came in front of a large sheet metal door, he bounced his hand around his pocket and grabbed a card, swiping it around the refined edges of a card reader, aloud it said, "identify confirmed resident Luke Murray"
The large door opened after a couple seconds for it was a layer of protection for ordinary civilians.
"luke Murray" he muttered before stepping out onto a desolate street trash piled bins and chairs were flipped, he looked around in a daze and continued to walk down the street, it was not strange to see a deserted area however he lived in a apartment block located within the urban centre as a plan to rebuild, so seeing soldier lining pavements were apart of daily life.
He turned a corner with his head down, staring at the cracks lavishing the pavement, a red fluid spun around a drainage pipe and large chunks of meat acted as a gutter system, he hauled his movement and looked forward, there he saw the mangled body of the figure, his step mother.