As the eastern sky began to pale with the light of dawn, the sunlight was blocked by lush branches, and the shadows beneath were dense like curtains.
Someone stood in the shadow, silently gnawing on a piece of bread.
The rumbling of trucks echoed above the overpass, while beneath it lay a sealed-off path scattered with yellowed weeds, sandy gravel, and two deep, gouge-like tire tracks, accompanied by several ghastly craters from explosions.
The thick iron smell of blood had long since congealed in the dirt, mixed with some viscous substance, leaving a mottled black stain.
In the distance sat a white Volkswagen, still parked there, unclaimed.
"Killed, huh?"
