Kevin only dared to gasp for air after the red and blue lights had completely disappeared, and a deathly silence returned to the alley. He found his back soaked in a cold sweat, the fabric of his shirt sticking clammily to his skin in the frigid wind, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
"Damn it, fuck this shit," Kevin snarled, crawling out from behind a dumpster and spitting forcefully onto the ground. "Are these cops insane? Instead of stuffing their faces with donuts at the station, they're out here in this hellhole on Christmas trying to make their presence known?"
The junkies who had scattered moments before now began to creep back out from the shadows.
"Damn it, did they find a warehouse full of dead illegal immigrants or something?"
A middle-aged prostitute wrapped in a tattered blanket sniffled. "On Christmas in previous years, these cops would've long been hiding out and eating donuts. Why are they trying so hard?"
