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The first thing he noticed when his eyes opened was the obnoxious amount of smoke in the sky.
It burned his lungs with every shuddering breath, and the heat made his eyes water.
How this particular plan had failed so miserably Morigan would never know; maybe some undercover loser infiltrated the gang, maybe someone chickened out and snitched, maybe someone panicked and detonated a bomb early, whatever. At this point even feeling mad about it felt like a waste of energy, considering the money (and his crew) had almost certainly been destroyed – along with about 80% of the surrounding city block.
The ground was, for lack of a better word, shredded. Deep trenches split the roads and bisected buildings. The nearby asphalt and concrete were crumbled together into a nice Oreo-looking mix.
Delirious from bloodloss, Morigan was vaguely reminded of a conversation he’d had with Aleks about forbidden foods. The guy had been so distraught at the admission of him trying to eat a Tide-Pod he’d done Morigan’s laundry at his place every week for months.
‘Hold up, does Aleks still do my laundry?’
The crushing weight of pain around his abdomen had him silently wincing the thought away as his eyes filled with tears. A loud crack sounded somewhere to his… left?
Which way was that again?
The pain pulsed again, and this time Morigan couldn’t help a whine, feeling a dreadful cold wash over him.
The bank that they’d planned on robbing was nowhere to be found, nor were any other identifying landmarks, to be honest. The entire block was steaming hot despite it snowing earlier, and even this far away from the fires, Morigan could barely breathe right.
Slowly, he tried to move his arms to prop himself up against whatever was behind him but was forced to stop almost immediately. The effort made his vision swim and Morigan felt a burning liquid creep up his throat, slipping between his teeth and out of his mouth before he could try to stop it. The rich scent of blood assaulted his nose through the smoke, and a single thought passed his mind as he looked down to see nothing but a mess of red and white where his legs ought to be:
Oh. I’m gonna die before movie night.
Fuck.