In the Rain

The streets stank when it rained as though the skies above the city were dripping their own form of formaldehyde onto the dead outside its walls. Inside, those still left alive cowered in dark corners to avoid the wet kiss of Mother Nature's last real embrace, granting one freedom from questioning eyes. Moving quickly through each narrow boulevard she worked, rolls of glue backed posters clinging to her skin as she plastered the city with her voice; declaring "NO MORE! REJECT BILL 98-463" and warning "LEST IT BE YOU". In the rain, the young Shilo Wallace had found her calling.