littleshinki

For roughly a week, a thick fog had been clinging to the air. It made the earth smell like grass, and dirt, and of putrid flesh, clinging to the rocks and the overgrowth in the forest. It was quiet. Most people dared not to drive. Visibility was not high, and the news had reported a few car crashes in the area. These were not common, so it was enough to report on. However, traffic was not high priority. The home that Freddie stayed in was large, modern, and so clean that it was practically sterile. He took his shoes off, demanded everyone do the same. He cleaned nearly every day if he found the time. Most of the color in his home had no vibr