Vignette:Flashing Lights

am, the streets have mostly emptied out. The roads of Kakhab are mostly empty, save for the gangs and streetracers. Bright yellow lights illuminate the shadows of massive concrete blocks. Every few blocks lie purple and white lit business parks where overtime workers torture themselves away to an early death. The stars are mostly covered up leaving only the sky's dark blanket.

Me and my friends? We're street racers. The police is gone by now. My friend turns up the stereo. Behind us it loudly booms screaming into our ears. Loudly, the accelerator squeals forward. The car rushes forward into the road before us.