10 years ago, when the skyscrapers still stood tall and the flora were still restrained and torn by the constant war around the world, Kemuri, 16 years old, dragged herself to her construction job. Another two-year project was demanded to be finished in half the time with the same quality. The project was a new mega gym that was supposed to "impower the refuges and residents.". This statement was emphasized by Rowan Walrick, Kemuri's boss, who stood in his air-conditioned office, staring down from his fiberglass window at Kemuri's crew, who were off loading new comments.
The sun baked her face and scorched her throat. She directed the forklift to its location. She sighs at everyone's sluggish behavior. She wanted to finish with today's quota. She wanted to scream in her pillow. She wanted sleep. After running away from a less-than-dysfunctional family, she slaved away in construction until her employees as an overseer of projects at an early age. Although she got hostile glares from other employees that argued her being too immature, she was just barely satisfied that she could afford an apartment, no matter how terribly the landlords left it.
The construction workers spun her attention to a nearby pit. "What? Just fill the thing up," she remarked.
A man emerged from the hollowed-eye workers and said, "Well... come see for yourself." Kemuri sighed in exasperation and stomped over to the location.
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It was way too big to be called a pit up close. More of a mining hole. She surveyed the dark hole until she spotted a figure dimly illuminated. It was a man. He was couched over something.
"Tell him to leave." Kemuri snapped. The worker gave her a look that read, "God, I tried, but he just wouldn't listen." Kemuri picked up on the hint, hooked a rope on a nearby forklift, and dropped down with the rope around her waist.
The dust looms ever so still in the dimly lit hole. She stepped closer to the figure, feeling the unsteady earth groan at her. "Hey buddy, you kind of need to leave. The place is unstable and needs to be patched for a project." The person didn't react. Kemuri's eyes darkened. She took steps forward and said, "Hmm, I don't think you heard... or care, but we need you out of here ASAP."
Still no response.
Finally standing no less than a meter away, Kemuri got a good look at the person. He fashioned a leather trench coat that emphasized his broad shoulders and slim blue jeans. Dirty blond hair hid his emerald eyes, which were fixed to something. "What is that?' she asked, now more curious than irritated. He says without looking away in a low voice, "It seems another stray has been killed by the Fallous."
The Fallous was what people started calling the fog that emerged from Tokyo and soon spread to the other major cities. Typically, people were able to move fast enough, but for some strange reason, the Fallous was "invisible" to the animals...