River wrong, fire black
We made it to the river this morning. It doesn’t look right. It’s as thick and fast-flowing as ever, but the water… it’s not right. It used to run beautiful and blue; now it’s heavy with mud. More than that – the mud seems luminous. A weird, luminous tanned-shit colour. It looks sick, and sickening.
I asked one woman what was wrong with it, and she shrugged. Maybe something broke upriver and spilt unpleasantness into it. And does it really matter? It’s not like we can do anything about it from here.
I haven’t washed in almost three days. I’d do anything for a hot shower and fresh clothes. I’d do anything to wash my hair. But I wasn’t going to touch that river water. Skin crawls uncomfortably over my muscles at the thought.
No-one else seemed inclined to take a splash in it either. I guess I’ll just have to put up with being disgusting for a little while yet.
The fires are getting worse. The firefighters are trying to control them, but there are too many, too deep into the buildings for them to handle.
Yesterday, the wind was a good thing. It had mostly stripped the dust out of the city, but smoke has rapidly replaced it. Today, the breeze is moving the smoke around the city; sometimes we have to duck and wait for great black clouds to pass by, or we can’t breathe. Worse, the wind is whipping up the flames.
We’ve had to move the injured closer to the bridge, to keep them safe from the roving fires.
Wait, something’s happening. Gotta go.
Tags: water
- Category: 02. The End of the World,Uncategorized
