Setting
There are a number of flourishing businesses, specialty coffee shops and cute little craft stores in the downtown area. Almost everything is within walking distance; there is public busing in Cedar Springs, but very few cabs.
Downtown
There are a number of flourishing businesses, specialty coffee shops and cute little craft stores in the downtown area. Almost everything is within walking distance; there is public busing in Cedar Springs, but very few cabs.
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Traffic downtown was bad enough, barring the end of the world.
Everyone was trying to get away from the city, where most of the trouble was. All Luke wanted to do was get back to his South Side apartment. He should have taken the exit at 52nd, instead of riding the interstate all the way across town.
Bit late for that now, though. The silver Taurus crawled along, approaching an underpass inches at a time. Luke drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as cars roared past him on the shoulder, sending gravel spraying everywhere. These panicked folks were likely to rip his mirrors off. The highway narrowed here, and Luke kept waiting to hear the shriek of metal on metal.
When the messages had started appearing on his phone, the only thing Luke did was set it quietly to the side. It buzzed in his cupholder, now, plagued by great block letters of some apocalyptic message. In a way, he had to commend Thaddeus. People these days were more dependent on technology than ever. At least the Grand Mage had most of his bases covered.
If he craned his neck and wedged his gaze under a few billboards, Luke could see smoke rising from the city. The white dome of the Conklin center reared tallest out of all the buildings, seemingly untouched. Luke would have reached down to turn the radio on in hopes of hearing some sort of news, but he knew that if he did so, all that would fill his vehicle was a high cold voice. They were everywhere. He tapped his fingers again on the wheel ..
The tapping wasn't a nervous habit. In fact, Luke wasn't feeling much of anything at the moment. Music did not move him anymore; rhythm owed him no interest. The tapping was just a learned trait, a tick that kept him looking happy, healthy, and human.
Not that it mattered much anyways.
How many were not aware of what was happening right now? Maybe they wouldn't realize what was going on until things had settled. And how long would that take? Taking over the entire world was no small feat, even for Thaddeus and his rather bountiful resources. Luke had lived through enough revolutions and takeovers to know how these things worked. He ceased his tapping, and simply gripped the steering wheel firmly.
A car behind him gave a sharp blast on its horn. Luke was broken out of his trance. The path ahead of him was clear. He could take a right and head downtown to observe the brunt of the damage, or he could take a left, follow the curve south, and make his way to his apartment complex.
Oh, Luke didn't even think twice about it. He pressed his foot on the gas, and the Taurus shot forward.
Everyone was trying to get away from the city, where most of the trouble was. All Luke wanted to do was get back to his South Side apartment. He should have taken the exit at 52nd, instead of riding the interstate all the way across town.
Bit late for that now, though. The silver Taurus crawled along, approaching an underpass inches at a time. Luke drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as cars roared past him on the shoulder, sending gravel spraying everywhere. These panicked folks were likely to rip his mirrors off. The highway narrowed here, and Luke kept waiting to hear the shriek of metal on metal.
When the messages had started appearing on his phone, the only thing Luke did was set it quietly to the side. It buzzed in his cupholder, now, plagued by great block letters of some apocalyptic message. In a way, he had to commend Thaddeus. People these days were more dependent on technology than ever. At least the Grand Mage had most of his bases covered.
If he craned his neck and wedged his gaze under a few billboards, Luke could see smoke rising from the city. The white dome of the Conklin center reared tallest out of all the buildings, seemingly untouched. Luke would have reached down to turn the radio on in hopes of hearing some sort of news, but he knew that if he did so, all that would fill his vehicle was a high cold voice. They were everywhere. He tapped his fingers again on the wheel ..
The tapping wasn't a nervous habit. In fact, Luke wasn't feeling much of anything at the moment. Music did not move him anymore; rhythm owed him no interest. The tapping was just a learned trait, a tick that kept him looking happy, healthy, and human.
Not that it mattered much anyways.
How many were not aware of what was happening right now? Maybe they wouldn't realize what was going on until things had settled. And how long would that take? Taking over the entire world was no small feat, even for Thaddeus and his rather bountiful resources. Luke had lived through enough revolutions and takeovers to know how these things worked. He ceased his tapping, and simply gripped the steering wheel firmly.
A car behind him gave a sharp blast on its horn. Luke was broken out of his trance. The path ahead of him was clear. He could take a right and head downtown to observe the brunt of the damage, or he could take a left, follow the curve south, and make his way to his apartment complex.
Oh, Luke didn't even think twice about it. He pressed his foot on the gas, and the Taurus shot forward.
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