Surreality

It’s been raining all day. It’s December, and we’re supposed to have a snow storm, but the Eastern Front receives only rain and wind. Horizontal rain, but still rain. I hear it’s been snowing out in West, but here at Medic 9 it’s just cold and wet.

Just after dusk, the rain stops briefly and the temperature rises. We clear Local Suburban Hospital in shirt sleeves and return to our district through a light fog. Seemingly all at once the street lights awake. The wet pavement reflects their sodium orange light into vectors which point the way home.

RP finds an unmarked CD someone left in the console and pops it into the player. We are treated to the mellow sounds of Pink Floyd’s Division Bell.

The night erupts in blue-white as lightning silhouettes the city, and we head east into surreality.

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