Leader App Excerpt

Footsteps deafened the patter of the rain. Her ear pressed against the cold window hearing the breeze of leaves passing through the streets and escaping the capture of the raindrops. The whispers of death passed around the house, entering the souls of the empty husks that haunt the brick building.

Dusk sets over the town as insects begin to crawl out of the cracks and rifts in the soil, testing their environment. The streets flood, carrying the filth and the corpses of the aphids that couldn’t escape their death. morbid faces pass each other in the halls of the symmetrical, identical buildings, they share their common dark essence with meaningless hugs and empty touches. the continuous poison rain kept pounding on, hitting the cracked concrete and falling into each crater and dent of the road.

The nihilistic thoughts of death were conversed in hushed whispers between the cracked open doors. The clouds began to clear and light broke through, hitting the streets and beginning to warm the water as it prepared to descend back into the sky. the brick of the houses warmed up and turned hot to the touch. Bodies exit their dwellings and began the long walk to Central. Their feet are dragged against the hard, scorching stone. Their calloused hands clutch the shovel and they begin to stick the spade into the moist soil and pile it in a lump. They bury their hopes and buoyancy in the ground covering it with the dirt they labored over.