Yesterday's Gone: Seasons 1-6 Complete Saga

by Sean Platt

The motel room was dead. Just like the alley. And the stairwell. And his fucking apartment. And just like that, the restaurant sign went dark, the humming ceased, leaving everything quiet. Like no animals or insects quiet. The kinda quiet you sometimes got right before a hurricane, but even quieter. A flirt’s worth of fear fluttered through Boricio’s body. It almost made him smile; it’d been so long since he’d felt it, but his beading temple kept the grimace fixed. Boricio stepped back into the alley, drawing a deep breath and inhaling a perfumed gust from the Mississippi. The river. Fuck yeah, that’s where he’d go. Something had happened, and he’d missed it. People were evacuating and would have to meet in one place. The river made sense. Besides, if it really was the end of the world, the Mississippi would look him in the eye and tell him the truth. Boricio crossed the street, hopped in his 10-year-old, 2-ton Ford, then gunned the engine, and tore into the street with a roar thundering over dead earth.

What alley???? Does the motel room open up into an alley???