Here is Chris’ companion piece to my Edward Morrison stories, telling what happens after the Squid leaves. It’s a great story and the mood here is perfect.
The people of Free Frall spilled from their underground homes as the first light of day hit the garbage and stink of the world. If you were to watch from afar, you might be reminded of a family of Meerkats.
If you even remembered what those were.
Something was different today. Was the air lighter? Did it seem to choke your lungs and heart less today?
The sun was still as hot as any level of Hell. Can’t catch a break on that.
Looking around, the hues of brown useless items and grey dead skies still lingered. The air was still dry and lifeless. The ground was still cracked and plantless.
All eyes turned to…
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