"Darn. Why am I even here...?"
Dexter had just arrived in that place... Was it even a neighborhood of the city he lived in? It seemed more similar to a post-apocalyptic scenario. A lot of the buildings were abandoned and crumbling, with an hospital being the only edifice with some lights turned on inside - there was someone inside for sure. But what happened in that part of the city? He'd never seen that city district before, and no one told him anything about it (except the fact that it existed).
The blonde guy arrived there like most High School students would do; with a bus. He dismounted at the nearest bus stop and walked for... how many minutes? Half an hour? "I just hope this was worth something..." he tought as he kept walking in the roads of that district. Of course, no street lamps in that place, so near but at the same time so far away from the places where he lived... the unusually empty house, the school, that damned square where his father died... He was about to turn 18, he could try to get his life on the right track, realize the dreams he had as a boy...
A gust of wind interrupted him and made him stop right where he was. He stood still for a moment, trying to listen to every sound that he could hear, her hand on his father's gun. That was the only thing that he had to defend himself, and the only thing that could remind him of his father... that day, that square... it looked like it happened yesterday, even though two weeks were already passed. A tear came down his face as Dexter was thinking about that.
All Dexter could hear, in the end, was only a bunch of muffled words coming from an alleyway. "So I'm not the only one that is coming here for no apparent reason. But... maybe I'm the only human".
Dexter began to feel very scared as he heard those words. Was he even supposed to be here? Would he get killed on sight, or, like it happened his father, would he get killed by another Beast? What was about to happen in that almost surreal place? Who was talking there?
"Too many questions I can't answer. I'll just try to observe the situation and at least understand the reason why I'm here".
Dexter decided to enter a building, one of those which looked the most resistant, and went upstairs. He was able to reach a window - the glass was on the ground, shattered - and look down on the neighborhood. Then he saw an alleyway, right under that window, with some people, and tried to lean over the window frame, as slowly and as carefully as he could...
He immediately sprang back from the window. "The people who were talking were in that alleyway... I just hope they didn't notice me. With all of this around me, my blonde hair would also be easy to recognize".
He tried to observe the situation standing inside of the building, until someone muttered the word "Beast". Dexter winced, and returned on the same position as before - leaning over the window frame, trying to hear more words and not cut himself with the glass in the meantime.
"A beast here? Oh my... I don't want to die because of this... But why am I here again? Am I different from any other human? And is this people different too?"
The two last questions took over Dexter's mind. "I am... something more? This people is something more? Maybe more than me? More what?"
Dexter looked around there and again, sprang back from the window. This time, he noticed someone else that had his same idea. From an adjacent building, a woman was observing that situation. "Again, don't notice me... I think I'll refrain from talking, at all, now. If they want, they'll come to me. They can come to me. It's as easy as drinking a glass of water."