Anyways.. HERE WE GO!
Breath, just breath. Lungs feeling like they're about to explode. Feet throbbing as they pound across the asphalt. Sweat getting into the eyes and mouth. The boy continued running despite his pains. He looked to be only ten years old. The dirt that caked his face slowly became mud as his sweat ran down his face. Looking behind him he saw three full-grown men pushing past anyone unlucky enough to get in their way. They were gaining on him and soon he would join the other corpses in some dumpster or mass grave somewhere.
Looking back ahead of him he barely made it over a dead dog that was laying in the road. The trash strewn street was filled with the sick and homeless. Some were forcefully driven out of their homes while others just didn't want to live in a house anymore. Looking back behind him he saw that his pursuers were closer now. Looking forward again he saw an alleyway to his left. Turning himself on a dime he charged down the alley. The thud of his pursuers' boots followed him no matter how many turns he took. Left, left, right, left, right, right. It started to become blurred as he pushed forward, the boots becoming louder and louder.
Turning another corner he skidded to a halt as he was facing a solid brick wall. Looking around the segment of alley he saw a single dumpster, a door, and a bunch of trash. Hurrying over to the dumpster he opened the lid of the dumpster. The stench that hit him was like the brick wall that blocked his continued escape. After making sure the contents of his stomach stayed in his stomach, the boy looked into the dumpster. There were bodies piled on top of bodies in the small rectangular space. The boots were getting louder so the boy made a decision. Clambering up he fell into the dumpster, on top of the bodies.
After slowly closing the lid he buried himself under a corpse of an average set man. He tried to hold his breath but he couldn't so he was forced to breath in the putrid smell. He could feel the flies and maggots crawling over his body but he remained still. The warm feeling of the blood made him shiver as it ran down his arms.
The boots came closer and closer until they stopped right outside the dumpster. "Where'd he go?" one of the men asked. "Well, there's a door and a dumpster. The dumspter's filled with corpses, so I'm going to guess the door" one of the others replied. "What if he jumped in the dumpster?" a different voice asked. "You idiot, the boys too cowardly to do that" the first voice replied angrily. "Alright, let's go than before he gets away" the second voice said in a calming voice. With dull thumps, the boy heard two pairs of boots move a bit before stepping. After a couple seconds he heard a 'BANG' and than a thud. It was probably the door being kicked down. The two pairs of boots started moving away, becoming quieter and quieter. After a minute the last pair of boots started moving after the others.
Even after he couldn't hear the boots anymore, the boy forced himself to stay in a corpse filled dumpster. After about a minute he finally decided to come out. Tossing the body off of himself he threw the lid up and jumped out. As soon as his feet touched the gorund, the insides of his stomach shot up his throat and out his mouth, splattering against the ground. He than batted at where he could feel the maggots and flies crawling. Looking at himself he saw blood along his arms and legs and could feel blood in his hair and on his face. His black shirt was stained, as well as his blue jeans. His own boots were the same but also had the splatter that came form his body's expulsion of his stomach's contents.
Wiping his mouth with a, somewhat, clean portion of his sleeve he turned and started jogging out of the alleyway by heading back the way he came. As he passed by the homeless and sick that resided there and watched trash blow by in front of him he started to think. This... this is his life. A harsh, fight for survival, life that would end lesser beings. However, when your just a kid, and born into this life. It looks like it's the only choice you got, and that you just have to make the best of it and continue to push forward...
Criticism would be wonderful.
