Zero:Emancipation

In the shadow of Upper Houston, Bayou City gurgled in a permanent dusk. The Sun, a star of habit, dipped 18° below the horizon signaling astronomical twilight. Night was settling in awakening the wetlands. South Texas enjoyed both the allure and the reality of its reputation; harsh, unforgiving and wild.

Everyone that didn’t drown in Lower City knew just how thin the line was between God’s country and the Devil’s yard. Few remembered it from before. (Excerpt)