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Chapter 1: The NAKED city

I still remember the way he looked crouching there in the alleyway next to that bleeping dead alien over his precious human skull. It started out just like any other pleasant sunny day in the city. I could hear the birds chirping their little songs up in the hidden places of the downtown office buildings. Occasionally one would light from its perch and either glide to the next ledge for some unseen treat, or catch the wind and soar silently into a fluffy cloud high above the skyline. I smiled to myself at the thought that there were still a few happy creatures in this world that were untainted by the slime that walked the streets.
There was some sort of demonstration going on down the street in front of a local Mom n’ Pop store. It was the kind of place that still sold ten-penny nails and hand-pulled taffy despite the fact that it had been bought out 3 years ago by a one legged circus clown when Mom hit the 30 mill jackpot on the lotto. On any other day I would have headed straight for the crowd. Demonstrations mean news, and you might say that news is my forte! As exposé writer for “The Daily” I have had a few stories fall into my lap, but none of them compared to the dirt I had just uncovered about the recent kidnappings that had been taking place in the city. This city is no stranger to crime. Despite its sunny exterior, it is a city seething with corruption and greed. The naked stench of crime soaks out of every pore like a bleeping dead thing decomposing in the heat of the day. In this case, however, it just happened to be true.
I rounded the corner into the alleyway. The once shiny skin of the alien being was leathery and dull. The best taxidermist in town couldn’t have done a better job on this one. The empty eye sockets of the light grey-green creature stared out blankly into the alleyway towards a large dumpster where someone had scrawled a tribute of love with yellow spray paint… then crossed it out ineffectively with red ochre, changing the name to someone much more deserving I’m sure. These bleeping dead aliens are everywhere. I thought to myself. Oh well, that’s old news. It was to the point that almost nobody noticed them anymore. Nobody really knew where they were coming from, and to be honest, nobody really cared. …so long as they stayed dead anyway, which of course they always did. I cast my eyes over to the second figure in the grimy alleyway. The kneeling man did not look up....

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