Abandoned Punk Tradition

Was downtown and surrounded by people, think my initial idea was to go out to a club, venue or underground place. I was at what seemed like a second hand mall filled with dark clothing and so many costumes. Everyone was dressed different but all very dark, so many people with piercings and so many mowhawks painted in many dark colors, mostly black. A lot of the girls had cut bangs and black hair just styled different from the back, so I fit in pretty well. It was time to go out and show I went to was a mixture of darkwave and some punk rockabilly bands except they didn't call it rockabilly they called it Bat Modbilly or something like that. The music was great but I quickly used it as background noise as I noticed some people I recognized from the past and began to distance myself. I then noticed some CDs thrown on the ground with lists of bands the front of each one, the venue they played for, recording and different dark genres listed. So many CDs,  I had to collect a few. There was a guy with tight black punk pants, a foot taller then me, thin, a long pocket chain and a long slightly styled slightly messy black mowhawk. Very attractive in my opinion, dream guy?. He stood next to  me asking what I think of the albums. Then telling me he knows of each one of every venue on all those albums. He tellls me "cmon, there's one nearby, I'll take you, its more dark and what I think youd enjoy more by the looks of our styles today" I follow him as he grabs me by the forearm dragging me away excitedly. We get there and another band is about to perform. Everything is so black in color not one thing missed, stage, instruments, peoples clothes, hair, walls.. everything, except this one paper. It's just white printer paper on a brown clipboard and sticks out. He catches me looking at it and says, "sign up for that, it's free and you'll have loads of fun, they take you there if you need a ride and I can go with you" I walk to it and sign and see there's an address. I end up taking myself to the place I signed for. Turns out it's an abandoned building realizing at the same time it's getting late so noting in my mind of it's sleep worthy asthetic for the night. Since I now have a possible nearby place to stay I leave outside to explore some more. Dark Music is still playing in the background as I'm walking around, I hear someone from the back of the home I left yell, "don't go off at night!" I look back but don't see anyone. I continue to walk into the streets which are filled with market stands made from wood and structured like homes or small cabins. I go up to one and looks like this person was selling small all black trinkets, the small rubber bats and water keychain eyeballs with a black background stick out to me. I venture further around the back of this little abandoned town. I see empty shops with fallen broken wood and tools laying around everywhere. I walk all the way around and back to the front of the house I'm going to stay but when I go to make my way into the front door I hear moaning and growling. There are now people inside crouched down and very slowly rising up, smeared with black blood and some dripping out of their mouths. I quickly dash out avoiding and slowly stretching over some of the hoarded items on the floor, mainly tools. As I'm about to exit the door I hear a woman scream. "They're out there, don't go!" I look back and only see one of the crouched bloody people, a woman and almost think it was her who yelled that, but ralized it could be someone in the far back hiding. I dash out of the home making sure not to fall so I don't get caught. Music begins to play louder as I run back over to the abandoned Market Stand passing a mountain of tools before I get there. I see someone crouched in the stand and immediately run going left this time to the back of the town. There's a gated entry to another house and there's a bunch of people there all covered in the black blood seemingly dead so I turn back around the way I came. I immediately think, 'what did I sign up for!?' A thought crosses my mind and I think maybe it's all scripted and not real so I look around to observe until I'm chased by one of the crouching people almost attacking me. After that I feel this could be completely real and I need to be careful. Running back I come across this couple, one dressed in black with black hair and  cut bangs and another with a lumber jack style shirt, black hair with brown to the front. He starts talking to me the most giving me tips on what to do to get out and get the creepers away from me, hearing when spoken to thats what they've been calling the zombie like people there. He shows me a handful of worms and asks, "are you nervous? Don't be, we have so much of these" and puts them into my hand muddy dirt smearing across my palms, he says, "You see that market, that place is full of them, bags full and you can even dig them out of the ground in there." I go to the small market with the bats and eyeballs and get some worms. The ground is all black dirt. He tells me, "the creeps love them, all you have to do is stick your hand out and they'll even eat out of it, then leave you alone." He tells me to go back where I came from and back into that home that's full of them." I realize in that moment this could be scripted again so I unguard myself feeling safer. I tell him, "I'll be ok, I think I can handle it on my own." I continue to act cautious and afraid not giving away the fact that I think this is fake. I go into the back house and have some worms on me. I grab a handful and toss them to the far back of the inside of the home. The creeps all leave my sight and to the back of the home allowing me to explore. I quickly head back out and back to the original market area and hear a man yell, "Cut!" I look back, men with camera equipment, in black, button up shirts and slacks come out from the back of the original abandoned home. They don't approach me and just begin talking amongst each other. I have no definite indication of what's really going on but I figure that I was in fact filmed. Realizing what I signed up for I then go over to the couple who helped me. They ask, "so...how'd it go? I say, "well they didn't attack me" staying in character. The girl says, "perfect" they both look at eachother smiling and then the girl says, "hey, check this out" she shows me these tops you spin made of metal.I take a look and begin to spin them. She then says, "these here are also used by choice depending on your dedication to this project, here we'll give you an example. We walk to the back house filled with creeps and she sets it in front of the door. Some are exiting and standing now upright like normal people, just actors. "Check this out, go ahead and spin them with us" she says. We get the tops to spin and the creeps start to walk faster towards us excited about them, Im assuming theyre back in character. She says, "they love these and here's why" she looks at her partner and he says, "I'm in the mood", then lays his face next to these tops as they continue to spin fast. The tops end up cutting his face causing him to bleed ripping a part of his cheek. "That was completely voluntary, I'll heal and if not it's something to remember this place by, the creeps love it but we try not to let them play with them so much or they'll destroy themselves, they're extremely dedicated." Then the girl brings another out, it's larger and topped with concrete. "This one is especially fun" "I'll do the honors" her partner says. She uses a chain to spin this one, as it spins towards her partners face splitting him so bad leaving his cheek deeply cut, bloody and teeth exposed from the side of his face "and that's how it's done" he says. "None of these experiences go to waste, it;s all captured, somehow" I look around and see no cameras nearby but take his word for it. I realize what I signed up for because I initially didn't know the set was fake it made my reactions and feeling toward the experience all more real and with the actual blood incorporated it's no wonder they don't talk with those who sign up. I realize I can do anything I want in this abandoned town, go anywhere I want, experience, be afraid and it all gets captured. I decided to go back to the venues. The guy I initially met is still there and asks me "how was it?!" I say, "well I survived, I love it really." he hugs me lifting himself off the floor with one foot and tells me "next time I'll go with you, we love going there" I look around and see some people with torn faces and piercings, I realize this is a traditional place and one some remain dedicated to. Was nice to know there's choice invoved in every action considering the experience.