The water drops like a shroud on the town of Bixby. Warm, viscous and unnatural, it coats the inhabitants in an unending torrent - and turns them into crazy, hate-filled maniacs. A helpful stranger at a gas station shoves a petrol pump down a customer's throat and squeezes the trigger. A soaking-wet queue of cinema-goers smashes its way inside the movie house to slice up the dry people within. A loving wife attacks her husband, bouncing the back of his head on the marble floor until it sounds like sloppy wet meat...

RELEASE NOTES:

Bit of a trashy horror read for Halloween. I left it on a wall just a bit further along from the Sir Alastair Pilkington Building. It had been taken when I walked past the release spot the next day.

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