marc evan aupiais

The sirens flashed almost silently in the winter air, only slightly penetrating the stale darkness, but even in this light, you could always feel it, always sense it, in this part of the city you always felt unseen eyes staring at you, just waiting for a moment of weakness. Even the buildings shouted it across the dark skies as they flashed by in the yellowish glow of the streetlights. This was one of the many that had slipped through, but the only not to be caught on camera. They hadn’t even believed the call, but now they knew it was true. It had happened.

As they pulled up next to the dark, long tunnel of an alley, they couldn’t help but feel that something was watching them, that they were simply falling into a trap, a trap that no one could get out of.