The further I walked, the less populated my surroundings grew to be.
As if it were a ghost town, none dared show their ugly mug, afraid that the gangs might come by and demand things of them—things that they couldn't do.
But I honestly couldn't care any less; the thought of meeting them didn't scare me, nothing did for the exception of facing my family again.
Minutes went by, and I reached the landfill, a deep one, dug many meters down.
On the surface where I stood were many rotting dead bodies, most likely used as a warning sign for those who wished to try their luck, basically me.
Showing them no heed, I dragged a few bodies as I stepped forward, reaching the edge of the slope, then without any hesitation and with all my strength, I pulled on their disgusting legs, throwing them in.
They slid down, reaching the trash in a few seconds.
Thud!
