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Not once did I think I would bear witness to what I saw that day. How did this even happen? How long has it even been there? What even happened to them? How have they not been found yet? It makes no sense to me. Barely anything makes sense anymore. I can't stop thinking about it.
It was supposed to be calming. Relaxing. Just a simple walk around the city. Nothing on my mind to bother me. Not even the sound of overcrowded sidewalks and immense traffic would pull me from that peace, but instead bring me further into it. Although, that might've not been a very good thing given that I was barely even focusing on where I was going in my peaceful state, cause I ended up getting shoved out of the walking crowd.
The pain of the fall quickly brought me back to my senses. I looked around my surroundings to find myself in the entrance of a hidden street. It was covered in a thick blanket of shadows, yet somehow, I could make out a path somewhere near the corner of the street. Usually with things like this, I'd just turn back or return home. That's what I was thinking after all. But something... something strange was pulling me in. I recall it being a foul but alluring smell that was very faint yet striking to my senses. Soon, the curiosity that was bubbling inside me in the moment finally took hold as I picked myself off the ground and started walking forward.
Of course, I couldn't exactly get far in the deep dark. I had to use the flashlight on my phone to get my bearings. As I turned it on, I gazed upon my surroundings. The walls were a dirty pale white with stains of unknown filth covering it in uneven patterns. I could make out almost each stain by the smell alone. The scent of alcohol, waste, blood, and vomit was suffocating. But somehow, the smell coming from near the end of the path was more overpowering than all of that.
"How was that even possible?" I repeated to myself. Most likely as a way to comfort and ease my tension that formed and grew.
The path took a turn and I continued to walk. I saw something near the end of the path that was hard to make out. It was pretty far. I was hesitant on moving forward. I could smell it from here. It was god awful, but I couldn't tell what it was. I proceeded to push myself forward. My legs felt heavy and I wondered how I was still able to move them. I plugged my nose with one of my hands as the closer I got, the more unbearable the scent became.
As I continued, I slowing started to make out what it was. A massive unmoving pile of garbage and waste. But something on the pile caught my eye the most. A motionless figure laying spread on the pile. I got closer and recognized the figure as human. To simply say I was horrified is an understatement. Fear quickly grew as my mind put two in two together to identify the figure to be a human corpse. But I couldn't stop moving forward. I must've forced myself to move too much to the point where I couldn't stop myself. That's when appearance of the figure became terrifyingly clear.
The skin was mix of a deep gray and appalling green. The texture looked withered yet melted. The clothes were torn and covered in filth and dried blood. Most of blood was in areas of obvious injury. Looking closer at them, it appeared to stabbing along with odd tearing. I look up to be greeted by an empty and deeply decayed face. One of the eyes appeared to be still hanging on for dear life, pretty much on the verge of letting go and rolling down the body and onto the floor. The other eye was no where to be seen. It must've decayed inside. The mouth was wide open, showing a disturbing sight of fallen, missing, and cracked shards of teeth. Looking at the top of the head, the hair was extremely thin. Any strand still somehow attached or stuck within the melted skull of the head could be swiftly blown off by even the slightest breeze.
I couldn't pull my eyes away from sight. It was unrecognizable. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. How has nobody found this? How long has it even been here? All I can assume is too long for me to even recall. I started feeling sick, but my body wouldn't react. I couldn't even hear myself breathing. I couldn't even tell if I was breathing. The absolute silence made everything all the more horrible to experience. Suddenly, I felt a drop of something fall onto my head. I looked up to be greeted with more drops falling on my face. It started raining.
My mind finally found its way back to reality. It felt like my body was suddenly waking up. I quickly ran away from the scene and out of the street. In my rush as I was turning the corner, I ended up hitting my shoulder against the edge of the wall. But that didn't stop my body from pushing me to continue running.
All I could was my pounding heart, my heavy breathing, and the sound of my footsteps harshly hitting the ground. At some point I blinked, and before I knew it, I was back home.