The engine roared through the gray streets.
Gravel mixed with rainwater relentlessly washed over the mudguards.
In the roar, the black helmet reflected the neon, the kaleidoscopic and bizarre scene distorted and continually swept across the visor.
Until the cityscape became distant, the skyscrapers and intricate overpasses hovered overhead.
Woosh, woosh woosh.
The sound of water washing over the beach became clear.
The streetlights grew hazy and distant in the rainy night, the interspersed brown-red and yellow-white containers scattered upon the higher ground of the beach.
The water surface to the right was rugged and jagged with rocks.
Weeds and trash bowed low under the pattering rain.
The motorcycle's high beams illuminated a section.
The roadside fence had been violently smashed open, the metal edge was new, crates were toppled, and a massive obstacle was moved aside, revealing fresh soil and exposed rocks.
Someone had broken through.
