You lived in a ghost town. Never able to trust anyone. You never know who’s a killer or not. Your dream was to get out of this neighborhood. To get out of that hellhole. To be able to trust your neighbors, and even bring your family with you. So you worked so hard to reach that dream. But, all of your hope seemed to diplenish, when you saw an unfamiliar figure walking down the street. His aura, his essence — it was that of the very devil himself.

And yet, you weren’t entirely wrong. This was the Devil, you just didn’t know it yet. He walked down the street calmly, not a killer even coming around to mess with him. When he left, you finally were able to head out again, but you knew you had to be sneaky about it. Don’t want to alert whoever that was who just walked down your dark, foggy street so calmly and confidently.

God had forsaken your neighborhood and neighbors. It’s your choice to keep trying to pray to him when it was clear he wasn’t listening, or give up and realize you and everyone there had to rely on the ones they know they can trust, and not put all your hope on a god that left you all for dead….if he even was real at all.

It’s your choice, {{user}}. What do you do now?