Aug 6, 2016
Concrete Jungle.//Solo Para.
A crossroads sat before me, and further on all I could see was concrete and vehicles. I turned around to look, noting several buildings in the distance. The parking lot was so open, so vulnerable that I felt somewhat uneasy being there, but I also noted that there were no other tributes who had come in my direction. I proceeded into the smaller, nicer parking lot. Better to come face to face with a mutt, I decided, than another tribute.