They turned around. Abby forced herself to look at the bodies in front of her.
The ghosts. They weren’t corpses, they might just be illusions. This place had certainly given them enough of those already – fakes and shames and traps.
The one that looked like Vic was gesturing to them.
“I – Vic doesn’t even like us,” Liv protested.
“But we don’t like her either,” Abby countered, “and that hasn’t stopped us from saving her life. Or anything else, you know?”
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Originally posted on Patreon in March 2019 and part of the Great Patreon Crossposting to WordPress.
So I’m writing a particularly moving-around-heavy portion of a story.
Nathen saw the stairway down between two stoops going upward…. There was a closed and locked door in front of them. Nathen glared. Sure, opening it wouldn’t be hard – but it would be obvious.
Oh. The Social one perked up. Turn.
Nathen turned to the right. The door there was almost invisible – no knob, hidden hinges, painted the same color as the wall. He gave it a careful push.
The door swung open into a narrow hallway. He pushed the door shut behind him and whispered a dark-sight Working just as the light from the entryway vanished. Forward….
…He made his way down stairs that were half-gone…
…”You don’t want to go out the front. This way.”…
…They were out the back door, up another set of stairs, and into a narrow strip of yard quickly after that. Their guide took a quick look around and headed straight back, towards the next row of yards. There was a gap in the fence – the Other mended it behind them – and a narrow alleyway between two buildings.
They zig-zagged through three more blocks in quick succession, leaving subtle obstructions where they would seem coincidental, until they reached a semi-collapsed row of brownstones.
So, of course, first I had to figure out this weird layout, which I did during a rather long meeting.
And then, when I started writing them fleeing, well, yes, I Excel’d up a whole set of like 6 city blocks of brownstone-style houses.
And then I figured out how to draw Nathen’s route (and then with Leo) through this neighborhood to the place where they end up.
Which, no, doesn’t have a floor plan yet.
Red dashed line on the Excel map is their route; grey is roads, green is yard and alleyways, black dotted lines are fences, and house-shapes that are in dashed lines are in a state of broken, half-falling-apart, maybe-a-dragon-landed here.
Big dragon. Small Godzilla. You know.