By raj808 on Skatehive
Grint wandered down the slick city streets. Pendulous hands swinging at his side. Blood dripped from purple knuckles as he stared at the neon signs flickering in the biosphere. The distant glass of the dome concordant with his mental state, transparent. Emotions dissipated in him like an intravenous drip, nothing to hold on to, thin blood made thinner in the reflection of dark skies behind his eyes. He lifted both hands in front of his face and stared at the knuckles. Tiny hairs caked one sausage finger where his knuckle had broken skull. They bristled in his sight as the sour breeze from the processing plant wafted through gangret district. Diseased trees lined the street like penitent soldiers back from the war, desperate leaves curling in on themselves in vain hopes of water. Death permeated these streets like the ebony ash in the air. His feet ached as he turned into the stink of the alley that led to his apartment building. https://files.peakd.com/file/peakd-hive/raj808/23tkfpapvS