Ballistic led us into a parking garage. We walked between rows of cars that had been pummelled by the floodwater. Panels had been dented, windows shattered, and some of the cars had been lifted and pushed into one another.
Are there any that look like they’ve been launched?
Sundancer formed a tiny ‘sun’ and held it up for light, while Regent turned on the flashlight he’d brought.
I like the juxtaposition here.
“A flashlight? Bitch, please. …Uh, not you, Bitch.”
We descended into the bowels of the garage,
garage vore
and stopped at the ramp between the second level down and the third. It had collapsed, and both rubble and two or three cars sat in the water that flooded the floor below.
I wonder whose cars these are, in the garage as a whole. Like, did the owners try to retrieve them? Were they not around to do so? Did they just figure there wasn’t much chance of getting their car back in one piece? Is someone still casually using this garage for their intact car?
“This way,” Ballistic said. He grabbed a length of pipe that stuck out where the ramp had collapsed and climbed down. Trickster gestured and we moved to follow.
Just don’t accidentally activate your power and send the pipe flying!
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