Infernal Angel [antikvár]

PrologueThe metropolis sprawls. The moon is black and the sky is the color of de-oxygenated blood. Screams rip down streets and through alleys, carried by malodorous winds. The people of this place trudge the sidewalks back and forth, to home, to work, to stores, etc., just as they do in any city. There's only one dissimilarity.In this city, the people are all dead.What is this place? Cinny wondered. She lay in a stinking alley, flat on her back as if dropped there. Cut-off jeans and a holey t-shirt that read MOTORHEAD. A tiny tattoo on her ankle affirmed NOWHERE LEFT TO GO BUT DOWN.What am I doing here? she thought, but the thought speared her mind like an ice-pick. She tried to think back, couldn't remember. All she knew was this:I'm in a city 1