fast food · los angeles · 2007 · gritty realism · urban decay · poverty · crime · horror · grimdark · setting
Palm fronds scrape the window, their shadow-play the only grace note against the freeway's ceaseless roar. The air sits heavy and wet, a wool blanket of heat; the AC broke months ago, written off by management as an unnecessary expense. Behind the counter, voices claw over the noise, a frantic dance to fill orders in the oppressive, seventy-eight-degree swelter.