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+title: Concrete
+date: 2017-03-08
+author: Wolfgang Müller
+
+Concrete. Drab, lifeless surfaces, complete in their sterility. Dust
+from abrasion dancing around in the few shafts of light like
+poisoned spores, carrying death across the hallway. Lying against
+the blood-stained wall, this should be his last moment in life. Born
+in concrete, deep below the earth, away from sunshine, green grass,
+sunflowers, singing birds; Killed in concrete just the same, smashed
+against the wall, shot into the lungs and shoulders, bleeding out far
+away from light or happiness.
+
+The others were all already gone. Strewn about, lying atop of each
+other, dead eyes, pale skin. Grey and feeble, like the concrete all
+around. Pools of blood under the bodies, a dark coagulated red. Life
+forgotten now seeping into the devouring pores of the cement floor.
+
+"I'll end up like them, eaten up, rotting here where there is
+no sunshine. I'll end up in the belly of the concrete monstrosity, my
+skeleton grinning sheepishly at the unlucky dwellers who find this vault
+expecting riches, but getting only death; death grimacing back, and the
+concrete, silent as ever, watching, waiting."
+
+A putrid smell lay in the room, ironlike, miasmatic, and
+dusty. Thankfully only a few more breaths left. Complete silence,
+except for the ghastly wheezing of ruptured lungs. A last reminder of
+life dwindling between the uncaring walls. Nobody listening except the
+elongated and lobeless concrete ears, the rough surfaces like petrified
+skin.
+
+Darkness slowly crept in; first at the edges, concealing the unnatural
+smiles of mutilated faces. Faces of friends, family, faces of enemies,
+of bullies. Everyone's face. Nobody's face.
+
+He drew his last breath. The darkness crept more towards the center,
+towards that one fixpoint; towards the concrete wall he had been staring
+at all this time. His enemy. Mankind's enemy. And yet it was just a
+wall. Something so simple had become the name for all the horrors in the
+world, and it was staring back. Endlessly it was staring back, loudly
+accusing in complete silence.
+
+It resounded in the corpse-filled room, mangled vocal chords in an
+undead chorus.
+
+It resounded in his dying, confused mind.
+
+Concrete.