But I want those drugs and I can’t give up my sugar to get it in trade, it would just cost too damn much. Now it’s my turn to be the dumb one freezing in the dark while I watch the old police station. It’s nothing like the steel and concrete monoliths around it. It was built back in God-knows-when with stones. The walls are as thick as a medieval castle and the windows almost as mean. There’s no flicker of light within and the thick wooden doors are closed as I expected them to be.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, November 30, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.