Sacramento was a boom town again.
The old had long been cleared away in the space north of downtown but south of the American river. Old empty lots and mouldering light industry was being revamped and renewed. Rebuilt in piecemeal fashion. By day the zone was a place of dust and noise, hard work, and crisp newness. By night it was still a place of stark loneliness: of harsh lights and deep shadows; of false paths that lead nowhere - or new paths to somewhere else or something new.
Fragments of the old remained, like this ruined and neglected space hard by the rail lines and Mckinley Village Way: a flat, open space of dirt and sparse vegetation. A place where shadows pooled by night. A place quiet enough to bring prey. A place of mystery.
There is a single, solitary light here: a guttering thing that glows a demonic red. Ambient light from the nearby industrial plant only add to the bloody contrast.
What brings Kindred out to this lonely spot, between the 28th Street and the new developments at McKinley Village?
Cadence Behr trickychicknixon CMS Josef Alice Hart Saber Sloth