The Wanderers (1)
The large clock on the street corner flashed and beeped a warning that curfew was quickly approaching, but not a single hotel stood out from all the other skyscrapers looming over the street. Dorian kept walking, pulling his coat closer to his exposed face to keep out the wind that was speeding between the buildings.
The atmospheric dome was getting darker as he pressed on past closing shops and businesses. Windows snapped, doors banged, locks clicked as he made his way to the town hall in hopes that they could give him some direction.
The town center was located exactly where the main street forked (though the street would re-encounter itself on the other side of the island and become one huge street again). Crossing it was difficult with all the retreating traffic, but he managed to run across and slip into the darkening doors of town hall.
The interior held on to antiquated architecture despite the postmodern steel buildings around it. The security guard yawned and waved him hurriedly through the metal detectors. Breathing a quickened sigh of relief that they didn’t go off, Eli practically ran up the stairs to the main foyer where there was a large board outlining the offices in the building.
Author’s comments on post 357: This is the beginning of what I hope will be a riviting story. I don’t have the whole thing planned, but at small incremints, I think I will be ok until I have time to work it all out.
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