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Post by Loner。 on Aug 23, 2017 2:28:55 GMT
The handkerchief festered a long time ago, now nothing more than fragile grey ash which was torn apart by the wind. After that moment, the fissure returned to smoking, a thick heavy choking fog of a miasma which lingered near the ground and did not diffuse like proper smoke or fog.
The crack from which the miasma seeped meanwhile grew slowly bigger splitting the bricks in the dividing wall with the steady patience of a slowly trickling stream.
The miasma deterred both visitors of both human and beast varieties more and more as the days went on. Most simply couldn't breath, like a case of bad asthma or allergies as the first set of symptoms.
There were a few people who were fine and able to handle the dense toxins from another land, but everyone who visited could see way it effected the nearby plant life. It grew wild, faster than it ought to, especially over the nights where in a mere few hours grass grew tall thick leaves, and the nuts buried by the squirrels were already waist tall saplings. All were tinged an unnatural hue, and the leaves began to spread more scales of miasma, slowly infecting the entire park.
All the while the rift slowly grew bigger, making room for more than mere smoke to find its way out.
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Post by 0 on Aug 31, 2017 3:56:30 GMT
Crud.
First the black water, now this gray air.
He'd handed in his report who knows how long ago, yet apparently nothing had been done about it; reports were now coming in from passersby and visitors alike, even the medical clinic was phoning the station about the patients who'd been sent in from breathing the foreign smog.
What did he have to show for his investigation but this new problem on the force's hands?
He supposed he should be thankful he wasn't demoted or put on leave without pay, but instead left here to fix whatever mistake he'd been deemed as having helped to create.
A small crew in gas masks and hazard suits moved in to seal up the area, ushering guests out of the park as they set up yellow tape and road blocks around the park's various entrances.
Donning his regular police uniform, Walsh pulled on his own mask as he strode into the unnatural fog, breath loud in his ears as he tried to peer through the smoke.
He followed the sidewalk along the flooded shores of the small lake, stepping over the body of a washed-up mallard.
One glance at it, face partially covered in a foam-like mold, told him that it must have choked on the strange air.
The man was holding a device in his hands not unlike a geiger counter, and he kept a close eye on it as he walked deeper into the haze.
Thankfully the toxic gases in the air were not too dense, and he had enough air filtering into the mask from a container on his waist to last him a few hours.
The plants grew taller and wilder the further in he went, their leaves a discolored violet red, seeming to shed yet more of the whitish particles.
His detector buzzed and clicked as he swung it around, and it wasn't long before he found the wall that the old man had shown him before.
He pushed aside some of the plants in his way, but soon found that the crack was sealed by thick vines.
He glanced down at the device's screen, which told him what he already knew: the crack was where it was all coming from, or at least where it had started.
Walsh clicked on a radio attached to his chest, pulling it up slightly as he spoke into it, "Yeah, I found it."
"Your location's a bit fuzzy," the voice on the other end answered.
He rolled his eyes.
Honestly, had the chief even read his report?
"The path along the lake leads right to the wall.
Any word from Central yet?"
"They're busy.
Just seal it up with the can!"
The spray can he'd been given; he'd assumed it must be for some temporary fix, hopefully lasting until some specialist from the city's central district came in to deal with this.
"Roger."
Hooking the detector to his belt, he pulled out a knife and began to cut at the vines.
Couldn't seal it until those were dealt with first.
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