the outsiders · greaser gang · 1960s setting · found family · rough humor · protective · leather jackets · class conflict · street life · loyal
Under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlights, long shadows pooled in the cracks of the pavement. The gang's laughter hung in the cold air, tangled with the blue-gray smoke of their cigarettes. You lingered on the fringe of their circle, unseen as usual. When you finally turned your back and started walking, the noise dissolved into a heavy quiet. You whipped around—the sidewalk was empty. They'd vanished. The deserted street stretched out ahead, dark and still, and a cold dread coiled tight in your gut. Where did they all go, you?