Sept 10 2018

There is a small stream that snakes through the bleak outskirts of the town of Dolores. Due to the oppression of the sun harsh rays, the river's precious water can offer so little. Leaving the ground to harden as concrete and crack under the daily strain to find moisture. But the poor weather conditions here are no match to the sorrow found in the little town of Dolores. Notice the unsteady fences and the faking paint, a result after years of being weatherbeaten. Beyond that are the crumbling walls covered by offensive graffiti.The "welcome to Dolores" sign hangs dangerously by one rusty nail. You could be hypnotized if you stared at it as it creaks from side to side.

 Once inside you'll find It streets are deserted yet full of merciless potholes, abandoned by idle construction workers. All doors burst out from their hinges from constant criminal activity. Their windows shattered by flying rocks. If this has not scared you yet, I suggest you go further and stop by City Hall. Oh wait, there isn't one, at least not anymore. Instead at your feet are loose stones, shards of glass and prices of burnt wood. Nothing but a pile of rubble, the aftermath of a massive rebellion. Look to your right and you'll find a stone head laying 3 feet away from the rest of it's once glorified body. You acknowledge it was a statue on a famous person but once you notice odd shaped stones at its feet. Crouching down, inhaling dust your eyes water in agony in realization that those odd shaped stones are actually crushed skulls.

 Imagine the blood being splattered as a strong blow strikes an unfortunate soul's head, imagine the curdling screams of anguish as this person falls to their knees, eventually crashing onto the pavement with a thud. By now you are sick to your stomach and wished you had never come to this depressing place. Just before you go, look behind you. There is a well, but don't drink it for it is not fit for drinking. Rather notice the murky water it contains. They are tears, tears from the downcast people of Dolores. People who wished that the stars above would show them pity and free them from this desolated place. Sadly their wish came true, but they never got a chance to live to see it come true, for during the Great Massacre, they got their wish. Now their bodies are littered under the massive rumble of Dolores, confined to haunt this ghost town, forever.