#ruinations

[ruinations-rpg]

Ruinations Alpha v2.5

Has been released. This will be the last fiddly update for a bit as I redirect focus on writing a decent sized hexcrawl set in the Pacific Northwest, titled “The Dead North”. Keep yer eyes peeled.

[savageleewriting]

Smoke For Breakfast

I steal a cigarette from off the dead girl's lips. The filter is stained cherry-red and a sort of glossy, spectral purple; blood and expensive lipstick. 

Rain is falling; I can feel it falling into the open wounds on the top of my scalp; I can hear the droplets hissing as they kiss the glowing tip of the cigarette. I feel like I'm kissing the face of dawn, the sun rising up to meet my eyes.

I hear the cop's voice, when he wants me to stop moving, but it sounds more like an invitation to dance. I fill my lungs with smoke, and turn to encounter one of the many blind hands of fate.

He lifts his gun pretty fast, the bullet tearing into my shoulder and beyond, into the bombblast ruins that make up the rest of this failed experiment of a city. I feel the pain, like a sweet shot of some sort of sickeningly powerful chemical stimulant, and then, smoke clenched between my lips, I made my move

I put my hands to his throat as he tried to aim a second shot; I swear to god, I'm so single you'd almost be surprised, but I still gotta admit, killing cops always gives me one hell of a hard-on. It's like I'm falling in love in the world's best night club, surrounded by a cloud of sexy strangers I'll never see again.

The dead gir's cigarette is breakfast, and the killing of the cop just washes it down all smooth. Yeah, the smoke goes down all smooth. I take a big bite out of the morning air, even as the corpse of the cop settles into the cold mud at my feet.

I breathe an angry cloud of grey, and keep moving.