#The ones who walk away from omelas quiz free
It is a city free of disease, crime and poverty and everyone is happy and free. I was born and raised in the city of Omelas, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. This is my very first blog attempt since I left my home town of Omelas, since I have become an outcast. It wasn’t until we headed back out into the daylight that I remembered some of the older children walking around town with the same looks on their faces as the ones that surrounded me at that moment. My body was on autopilot, my feet leading me out of the nightmare. The man explained something about becoming an adult and that I had passed a test, blah blah. As fast as the door had opened, it was slammed shut again. It took all I had not to lose my lunch at the sight of the child lying on the floor, the image burned into my mind forever.
When our eyes adjusted to the lack of light in the tiny room, we realized there was a small dark mass in the far corner of the room. It smelled of rotting flesh and something moldy. As he clicked the lock open I remember the wave of stench that wafted through the open doorway. I was led down an awful smelling corridor to descend a filthy set of stairs to the basement.
An old man whom I had seen around town led me and a handful of other children that were around my age to the basement of one of the more extravagant buildings in town. That view fell to pieces when I was eleven.
When I lived in Omelas as a naive child living off the prosperity of the city, enjoying the festivals, surrounded by friends and family, I sincerely thought Omelas was a wonderful place, somewhere I would stay forever.