Strange Birds darken the sky

Chapter one: The beforemath

I have to go to work so early that I've got to get up before I go to bed. And those rich teenagers are slumming in a house a couple of doors down because it's cheap enough for their parents to chip together and pay rent. They have outrageously loud parties and the cops won't touch them because a couple of the kids have parents who are higher up city elders. I can't remember the last time I had a full nights sleep. Must been been a couple or three months. Constant drama. My lawn has deep scars from the kids pulling late night lawn jobs, spinning out throwing cones of dirt everywhere. I finally decided I hate them. Yesterday I stepped out on the porch to go to work and I stepped in human shit. I know it was human was it was decorated with peanuts and corn.

Time to go back to work , hoping my run down car will make it. Since they outlawed a minimum wage I make only enough to pay rent eat sparsely and smoke a dime bag of weed a month. Those are special times, smoking after work. My tolorance has gone way down and I get blasted off a couple of puffs.

Chaper two: winter cicadas

Months pass and it's Winter now. A cold Winter. A icy wind blows off of the melting ice caps.

Winter cicadas are a thing now. Thick exoskeletons full of a chemical that turns and heats to keep them alive. They eat anything biological. A thrown out McDonald's happy meal with some cold hard french fries, dog shit in the backyard.