Into the Badlands Part 3

Into the Badlands


Angel’s Envy, neat.

He only comes out at night and he saunters in through the double doors with a devilish smile. The men in the bar scatter to the far ends of the room as He walks in, tipping his fedora at the bartender.


Silence engulfs the city Knocking down doors, running the streets Dystopia all around and no one to hear our plea Barely a whisper of a heartbeat Dead men roam through the chaos Feeling the rubble beneath their feet The wealthy barely understands loss As they lie on the cold concrete Code Red-growing with every breath … Continue reading Dystopia