Miqueias Bezerra

Grey city

Adam was a young boy, and the only color he truly knew was grey. He lived in the heart of a sad city, practically abandoned. What human life did reside here, was trapped inside by insurmountable, gateless walls. there was no sun here, so the only light that existed was the grey muddled streams that showed from some of the few surviving streetlamps. Clouds stifled the city, leaving it damp, and causing a constant drip from rooftops to form a lonely background song. The chilling, never-ending breeze whistled between the buildings, always searching for collars to creep down, or any way to disturb a night's rest through the cracks of a building.