The road with all its corrosive orange streetlights looked like some big centipede with fluorescent legs, too bright and not to mention kind of scary when it’s that late and you’re that drunk.
There was a chance we could run into people, but crossing paths with nocturnal weirdos didn’t bother me as much as getting caught by cruising cops.
“Who’s there?” he yelled into the drain.
“Stay here,” he told me
I swear I could feel things swimming in between my feet.
I was dismayed because the change in direction meant I couldn’t look back and see the dim pinpoint of light that was the tunnel exit
The darkness before me seemed to take on some primal awareness, it had become a cunning hunter and I the prey.
Then a blast of frigid wind slammed into me.
The road with all its corrosive orange streetlights looked like some big centipede with fluorescent legs, too bright and not to mention kind of scary when it’s that late and you’re that drunk.
“Piss off,” he drew and blew smoke in my face.