A large crowd of people rioted at the base of the large statue once called the Statue of Liberty. Molotov cocktails sailed through the air. Signs with hateful writing dotted the landscape. Fights broke out all over the crowd. All this hatred was for what? Bad governor? Taking down the statue? Nobody knew. Just before the rioters got completely out of control, a large explosion engulfed everybody of New York City.
When I finally came to, everything had turned into even more chaos. Bodies littered the ground, most probably not dead, but I wasn't so sure. Cars lay on their hoods, some with their drivers still on the inside. Buildings had crumpled and crashed onto the streets. For the people that had already risen, they had no idea what was happening, and decided running in circles was the only answer. That's when the gangs of New York came to power.
They were simply called The Bronx. Everybody had heard of them. Robbing banks, kidnapping celebrities, and murder were only just a few crimes they had committed. This was only before the explosion. Now, these hooligans controlled all of New York City. Because of all the chaos, the police had so many cases to cover that there simply was no way to handle all of them and they soon found themselves to be overwhelmed. The Bronx took advantage of this and soon, the government crashed into oblivion.
Why was it so easy for The Bronx to take over all of New York City? Easy. Since the US was scared the explosion may spread disease all across the nation, they decided to quarantine the entire city. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw all of those gates constructed so quickly. They were treating us like animals. It was only a matter of time before The Bronx killed everybody.
As I was roaming the streets of New York, I found myself strolling George Washington Bridge. What once used to be a beautiful bridge now stood a hanging catastrophe. I continued walking along the bridge until I found myself reach the quarantine patrol gate. Armed men with machine guns stood atop of it and stared blankly down towards the people below. I found myself suddenly pounding on the gates, trying to release all the anger that had bottle up in me in the past few hours. Within in seconds, the machine guns opened fire, and sent me plunging into the icy waves below.
That was a very well written story. I liked your detail and adjectives about everything the character was feeling. Also, I like how you referenced real places, and bridges, because that really made the story seem real. You seem to write a lot of pieces involving hoodlums/gangsters/etc and I think that they're really interesting to read.
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