Schizogenesis [chapter 25]

The storm’s first wave ended, but mushrooming clouds bloomed across the sky, promising another round. Beside the large van, Blender inhaled from a cigarette. He quit them a year ago, but either due to impulse or because of his growing frustration, had bought a pack. He looked at its tip with distaste and tossed it at the gutter.

Lightning splintered across the sky and thunder rumbled. A gust of wind ruffled his dark…