morbid tales- the introduction

our world is cold and unforgiving, trust at an all time low, the streets are filled with the heartless, that no sooner stab your back, then steal your shoes as you lay bleeding. as a data processor i learned my world could crumble at anytime. it seems my boss was a bit shady, and his antics would end up costing me my job. upon learning of my layoff, i headed to the trendy coffee shop to scour the pages of the local paper. it was there i met and shared a small table with a young goth girl. her complexion was that of milk, raven black hair & a christian death t-shirt. as we began to talk, i realized she was preoccupied in thought, slow to answer my probing questions. she called herself zeda, and i introduced myself, martin blackstone.