They shambled and lurched about me, the hulking husks of once-living souls, like the wrecks of ghost ships floating aimlessly on a restless sea. Dull eyes focused on nothing, they bided their time with the endless patience of the damned. They had no particular hatred for me or the other few newcomers who still clung to some semblance of life. They had no need to speed our journey to oblivion, they knew we would be joining their numbers soon enough.
No breeze stirred the foul and fetid air in that dismal place, to set the dust motes dancing in the few shards of sunlight that made their way through the cracks in the worn and shabby blinds. The only sounds, aside from the moans that escaped the dry, cracked lips of the remnants of once vibrant, living beings, were the endless and discordant rattling of desiccated fingers performing some endless and useless drudgery.
This was a place from which hope had long since departed.
Man, I hate the DMV…