Battery City. The worlds shittyest place and I was leaving. It wasnt just me leaving though, my friend, Victoria, was coming with me. We were going to find those people that our parents told stories of. I was only 15 years old and I was fully aware of how deadly that mission could be, how I may not live to find what is left of the killjoys. I had packed nothing for this journey, nothing that can tie me to what a shitty past I have. It was two a.m. when the light knock at my apartment door alerted me to the fact that it was time to leave.

"Ashley. Come on we need to leave now." Victoria's hushed and strained voice called from the other side of the door.

I pulled on my issued boots as I walked out the door with nothing but a can of spray paint and a photograpgh that was going to burn as soon as I got the chance.


And now here I was, staring at the sign that read YOU ARE NOW LEAVING BATTERY CITY. PLEASE COME AGAIN. I sighed as I looked at the familiar sign. This would be the first time in my life I had went beyond the boundries of the city. I wasnt going to look back.