"On the edges of Phoenix is a place often forgotten, happily ignored by most it lies hidden, in shadows of wondrous giants, where the sins of its inhabitants run rampant and wild. In this place, the children run free, and the adults care less. It's not for the faint of heart. Emergency services only answer distress calls when absolutely necessary. They arrive late, as to avoid meeting the copious vagabonds or vagrants that had caused the trouble in the first place. As much as people strive to live, they fear for their life. Who can blame them? This area is sick and diseased. It is plagued by maggots and the scum of society, gangsters, pimps, hoodlums, and psychopaths. They all commune with the common folk who pray to whatever god they can just for the smallest hope of survival. For the smallest chance to see the next light of dawn. But this place is ferocious, and it is sadistic. It will swallow you whole in the blink of an eye. That's why they call it the Jungle."
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Heart of the Jungle
Short StoryThere is a peculiar neighborhood in the city of Phoenix. It's hidden beneath a dirty sky, shrouded in the shadows of Titans made of steel and stone. This area was a jungle, The Jungle. The people were vicious but took care of their own. Desperately...
