Chapter 3: Death by Five Thunderbolts

before flood

There had been typhoon warnings repeated all day, most of which were ignored. It had begun raining heavily, but the storm was heading South, toward Luzon, according to the reports. I wanted to wander the city for a bit after work. I didn’t want my mother, or anyone in Kowloon Walled City for that matter, to see how upset I was. But the rain made it impossible. As soon as I left the factory, I ran through the mud, down the port, and by the time I was on the ferry, all the passengers were holding onto the railing for dear life because the deck was so slippery.

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