We sat on a park bench nearby the warehouse after finding a hose to wash off and changing into our gym clothes. The sun was setting, the children were out and about but starting to head home leaving the playground we sat at almost empty.
The taste of copper still coated my tongue. It was a strange, hollow sensation in my gut. I felt detached, watching my own hands as if they belonged to someone else, wondering how a human body could digest inside me and what was left of Fauna now.
It was perfect as pinky had a thousand yard stare and wasn't speaking at all. "Uh... when is the warehouse going to-" The ground trembled beneath us, a deep, resonant boom that vibrated in my teeth.
A massive plume of black smoke shot into the sky, twisting into the shape of a skull before dissipating. Orange flames danced at the core, roaring like a beast waking from a slumber. It was an inferno, a beautiful, destructive spectacle three blocks away.
"Oh."
