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Aries: The burst water main. Its a hot day. Ignore the chitinous things that rest under the spray.
Taurus: The street fair. There are flags you don’t recognize.
Gemini: The defunct factory. Every once in a while you see a truck pull up to load. You’ve never seen the drivers
Cancer: The mattress store. The only person you’ve ever seen inside is the saleswoman. Shes too tall. It makes you uncomfortable.
Leo: The outdoor shopping center. These huge stucco structures don’t seem to have any rhyme or reason to them. At least, not to you.
Virgo: The computer store run by rats. They do most of their business over the internet. You just leave your laptop on the counter, ring the bell, and leave.
Libra: The place where the murders happened.
Scorpio: The local newspaper building. Always dark aside from the radio tower.
Ophiuchus: The train yard. Its been a long time since there was any shipping done here, but all the restaurants are train themed.
Sagittarius: The toy store, the little one. It seems like they just produce smaller versions of normal products and call them toys.
Capricorn: The national park. The ranger is a Yokut. She insists you stick to the trails.
Aquarius: The light industrial district. How does anyone find anything here?
Pisces: The churchyard. The oak tree here has been growing for nearly three centuries now. Its ripping apart the foundation of the church. Slowly.