Concrete Jungles Novels & Stories

​The air inside the concrete automation bunker's crawlspace was freezing, tasting of wet lime, old iron, and the sharp, chemical tang of battery acid. We had squeezed through the rusted drainage opening, dragging our bodies through a shallow puddle of slick, mineral-heavy runoff to reach the absolute dark beneath the building's structural foundation. Above us, through the thick concrete floorboards, the low-frequency drone of the municipal relay tower hummed with a heavy, rhythmic vibration that made the fillings in my teeth ache.