![]() Dirt and dust streaks the windows, but the glass remains intact. The room upstairs resembles an over-crowded dorm room. The staircase opens up, and sunshine pours through the hallway. “We need to get to higher ground to see where we’re at.” We reach the stairs, and he waves me up behind him, scanning our surroundings as he leads. ![]() Glass crunches under our boots with each step we take. Seriously, Zeus, you think it’s alive?Ĭole looks around. Zeus runs up with the old shirt still in his mouth, shaking it left and right. I see a staircase in the far left corner, snaking upward to the next floor. The cement-block walls are covered with a thin film of mold. He helps me through a doorway and into a vacant room. “Where are they?” I ask, trying to catch my breath. He rips me off the ground and shoves me forward. Standing over me is Zeus, staring down with a shirt in his mouth. I squint into the sun as a dark head comes into focus. The thin line of laundry trails behind it. The tangled line catches, wrapping around the shirt and my head at the same time. ![]() ![]() Then, I begin to thrash with my hands and feet. Next thing, I’m lying on my back, staring at a light-blue checkered shirt slung over my face. I sprint underneath, my breathing becoming heavier. Patched clothes, old sheets, and faded underclothing are slung carelessly over the thin lines. ![]() Somehow, we end up in an alleyway, where laundry hangs from clotheslines. I go until my legs can’t carry me anymore. I don’t look back to see if he hit the person or if they’re still following us. ![]()
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