I stood in Dallas Texas. I had once lived here, what seemed to be a lifetime ago. Everything had changed, as things usually do in the span of a hundred years. The buildings looked as though they had all been rebuilt with a strange metal. There were no more glass windows. The city had turned into one of steel and smoke.
I walked up to a random man walking down the street with his hands in his pockets. "Hey, stop, I have a question for you."
The man turned around. His hands flew out from his pockets and they both held knives. His lip curled up into a snarl. "What the fuck do you want?"
I smiled. "What happened to this city? Why isn't there glass here anymore?"
He cocked his head to the side and curled his lip in disgust instead of anger. "Another crazy crackhead."
I gritted my teeth. 'Fine, I was going to have some fun, but this man is pissing me off.'
In the blink of an eye, my hand was on his neck and his knives were on the ground. "Answer me, you skinny bitch."
