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Some gray days, those past few weeks were.
News of the macabre slum-riot spread across Lungmen in the blink of an eye, like a disease. All in all, not many people cared at all. It all disappeared, swept under the rug like always, with no mention of the raincoat monsters ever making an appearance anywhere.
The bodies got picked up by someone later on. No one knew who, no one cared where they'd taken them. It was all just a bunch of dirty slum rags, anyway. The ones basking in bright neons couldn't give one about a pack of rabid dogs being put down, and the ones whose family members had died in the occurrence didn't have the capabilities to snuff around for answers. Case closed, folder sealed shut, locked inside a desk in the L.G.D. headquarters. "Menial things," a man in his mid forties threw to a coworker, as he slid away from his L.G.D. tinted desk, "Real horrid stuff."
The desk lamps illuminated their tired faces. Life went on, and Lungmen forgot all about the slaughter.
The clock never stopped. Time froze for no one, and the ones who couldn't keep up with its rapidly ticking pace were simply left to fester with the flies.
People had to adapt, no matter what.
"... Fuh... fuh, how do I even..."
A blood-soaked sole hit the clutch. Pedal to the metal, as the youth would oftentimes say.
"Gonna hurry? I–..."
"I'm trying! I'm trying, but..."
"I know! I know, I'm sorry. Shouldn't have asked, I'm sorry, but we're in a bit of a pickle..."
Two voices rasped back and forth between their bated breaths. Behind, on the back passenger seats, a grim set of dog-tired groans kept trying to cut into their little exchange.
"You–... You know what? Wait. Wait, Andy. Press the clutch, okay?"
"Okay. Okay, I'm pressing the clutch."
"Okay. Gimm-... gimme the key. Gimme the key."
"Here."
"Alright. Now lemme..."
A set of fingers drenched in blood squashed against the ignition. Fiddling with the key, they barely even managed to insert and twist the thing.
In the dead of night, basking in the street lamps, the engine came to life with a low purr, obedient and eager to warm up. Both hands, left and left, met on their way to grasp the gearstick.
"Oh, my bad."
"N-No, by all means. You can shift, Lem."
"Shift, like... like, what, up?"
"What? No, it's... you gotta go left, then up."
"Left, up."
Left, up. The gear clunked into place.
"Like this?"
"Yeah! Yeah, exactly. And then you gotta pull down. Just– no, not now!"
The gearbox wailed in pain.
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"Almost Green"
FanfictionStrands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreami...
