Face hidden within his billowing, black cloak, the quaver in Adam’s voice didn’t quite match his ominous look, “It’s almost everywhere. The spores convert people from allies to minions of the… fungus brain.”
Duke Metzul waved him to silence, “I understood that much from your summoning rhyme. I need specifics.” Continue reading Courtesy: Part 17
We all looked at City Hall and the parking garage next to it. As seeds of humanity’s destruction went, it was unassuming. Little more than multiple floors of concrete with ornamentation styled to fit in with the buildings from the 1880s that stood around it—sort of.
It was still a big grey box.
I wasn’t sure whether the city owned the parking garage and allowed Grand Lake Parking to run it or whether Grand Lake Parking owned the building and rented the lower floors to the city on some kind of long term lease. Either way, the lower floors connected to City Hall below the ground.
We all hovered there looking at them. Continue reading Courtesy: Part 16