I couldn’t afford to appear weak in front of Bitch, so I avoided asking for help.
Yeah, that’s fair. Appearing weak might not get the best of reactions.
Cement was laid out over nearly half of the building interior, as the floor or foundation, but the work had been interrupted and abandoned partway through. There were areas where crushed stone had been laid out in preparation for the cement pour, and a combination of wind and rain had mixed regular dirt into the crushed stone a long time ago. Any spot inside the building that wasn’t covered in concrete was marked by patches of grass and a few scraggy weeds.
There’s one thing there’s no doubt about, even if it hasn’t really been specified: We’re still very much in the Docks.
Three walls of the ground floor were erect, plywood and drywall bolted to wood frames, with cement blocks piled against most of the exterior walls. Enough had been done at the front of the building for the construction workers to have started laying out a second floor, providing an overhang between the ground floor and the sky to keep things more or less dry.
I wonder why construction stopped.
Things were too much of a mess for me to tell if the far exterior wall had been left incomplete or if had fallen down. It stood open to the environment, letting rays of dusty sunlight inside.
Not really the best place to keep dogs, but I guess Rachel just has to make do with what she’s got access to.
Y’know, unless she changes her mind about Coil.
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