Excerpt: Chicago is Dead

The sun blinding with the mid-morning sun – Rebecca's hand instinctively shielded her eyes. However, it was too late as she bounced into dozens of handfuls of people that walked the city streets. It was a sea rocking gently to the flow of foot traffic. Rebecca could see the ripple effect that spiraled out people in turn started to step on others toes. She tilted her head as she observed the gentle ripples; it was not like she had seen in New York, or in LA these people just took it. They didn’t care that someone had just run into them. They moved around keeping the pace solid and forward. There was no voice of discontent, no expletives, just people moving to the speed of the crowd. She was reminded of cattle.