No power meant the building was dark. The city, and consequently the building, were flooded, which meant it was moist. With exceptions for some of the luckier areas, pretty much every service was suspended, which meant no mail and no trash pickup.
Eesh.
Trash bags were accumulating anywhere that people lived, here included, and when they had run out of trash bags, people had started littering, throwing their trash out the windows or leaving it in hallways instead. To top it off, the weather was getting warmer.
Sounds like a place with a fantastic scent.
For bugs, all of these converging details made the city into a paradise.
Oh yeah, I remember (because I recently reread it) back in 1.2, Taylor commented on Brockton Bay being good for both bugs and capes because it was relatively warm, and now we’re getting closer to summer.
To be honest, I’ve started losing track of the specifics of the timeline a bit, so I’m not sure exactly how long it’s been since Gestation, but around 2-3 months or so sounds about right. Gestation started in early spring, so now we’d be getting into late spring and early summer.
I walked in the lead of the group, with Imp a step behind me and to my right. The two of us held flashlights, but Imp was barely paying attention to hers.
Hey there. Maybe Taylor’s going to tell us a little about you soon?
She held a knife much like mine, and she dragged the point against the wall as we walked down the hallway, carving a groove into the paint. Her flashlight spent more time pointed at her feet than in front of us, leaving me the burden of lighting our way.
Hm. Sounds kind of… disinterested?
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