The elevator descended to the first floors. The ground floor looked the worst out of them. Bodies were everywhere. Swarms of people attempting to get out the single set of doors and escape. Trapped by their own panic, Jake couldn’t tell who was trampled, who was stabbed by the Ick, and which were people that Fem-Law agents shot. Everyone was trapped by their own utopia. Everything that wasn’t crumbling was on fire or covered in blood. The only light that wasn’t from the fire was a large solar powered sign connected to the exit, somehow still able to display an ad,

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Jake Long, in: The Ghost of Odessa