Day 2,416

There's a church below the abandoned megacity, eight storeys down the main car park. It must have made sense at the time - to commune while you commute - but when funds were stolen and the whole site was seized back by the government, it all fell into a red tape limbo.

You can easily get in nowadays, the project managers ran out of money to pay the onsite security five years back and it's been a free-for-all for squatters and artists ever since. Bland concrete is slowly blossoming into colourful murals and a half-built roof is always better than no roof at all.

Even though it was made to house several hundred thousand, the only place left untouched by visitors and residents alike is the church. If you're willing to believe the rumours, it's become home to a congregation that practices human sacrifice and if you head down a few more storeys you'l find whatever's left of their victims.

Again, if you're willing to believe the rumours there's worse than that deeper inside the abandoned city. There's a plethora of places that nobody's willing to go to like the hotel surrounded by a dried out riverbed where there's always something writhing through the soaking wet plants. The entrance always seems to have some kind of fresh bone arrangement outside.

There's also the tallest building - the dreamer's sky tower as it was originally called. Dozens of photos will show you exactly why all those urbex free running types never come back by the stairs. Every window from about the fifty-eighth floor up has someone standing on the ledge and at sunset they all leap to their deaths. Every single night.

Still, none of this is enough to keep people out and it'll never be enough to drive them away for good. It has stopped the government and project managers from sending anyone official inside. At this point they're just waiting for it all to collapse so they can bulldoze over it and start from scratch with something simpler, safer and far more profitable.