I was new to this part of the city, didn't know my way around yet; Chicago's a very large city; one could live here all their lives and only see a fraction of it. I'm in the far Westside, not sure yet what gangs controlled this part of town, and I wasn't in any hurry to find out. Why this way? I thought to myself as I continued on farther into the unknown.
This part of town had some old abandoned buildings, and it seemed this street had most of them; with bricks so old that they looked as if just one touch and poof the building would crumble.
I was heading home from a friend's place. "Why am I going this way? Oh right that weird feeling." Just as I said that someone yelled out.
"Hey man, you can't be he
Icicles hits a soldier square on his forehead, but is hit herself by another soldier up a tree. "Sarah! Are you ok?!" I yell out feeling both concerned and worried that we would be one man down, but what I saw made me say never mind. S