We made it to Odan Haven. A 2-hour walk plus the three ride totals in five hours, and I'm surprised alive... spiritually, in the Ghetto.
We got off at a broken station and I immediately saw a crackhead shitting behind a tree. He hissed at us.
"Clay!"
"Because, Odan has a hobo camp here."
"Why he hiss at me?"
We moved on into Giotto Community. Clayton said this was the middle class area. The neighborhood was nice. On Little Patrick Street, they still kept a neighborhood watch sign. The pole was bent at an angle but at least something stood in the way of a house with no roof, immaculate emerald grass under a dead fucking body, and the body inside a car window and the back tires of the car completely gone.
There's a giant pothole in the damn street. A house with the door missing and confetti just spluttered all over the grass with a dead sitting on top of the birthday surprise with his damn stomach open.
Car in the middle of the street and cars stacked on top of other cars. Cars on their sides, everything is empty. A little car with the truck open carring a pungant odor. It is wet inside and as you pass the car you notice it suspiciously has a set of hands inside and the hands possibly came off a white lady.
Fantastic neighborhood. Half the damn houses is gone, destroyed, another homeless ass vampire just casually shitting in front of somebody driveway and pulling his pants up as he calmly walks away from the shit he left.
A stray dog sniffs it but leaves it alone.
There is a plot of land with no home but has a driveway with newspaper over the missing window and then the door opens revealing a fat ass imp with a bread, scratching his ass.
This place has no tumbleweeds, I'm offended.
He pulls out the paper from his black jeans (a horse in a pair of jeans).
"Clay, why is Uma and Jessie animals?"
"Cedrica set the barn on fire. Something else happened after we raided Aleigha. We brought back something and that walked. Uma and Jessie were hiding and got found. Janna, made a compromise." he said.
"Why is Uma? Uma?" I have no better way to say that. "Because she's arab."
"I'm half."
"I think she praised the house that Attuallah had."
"What brought that conclusion?"
"She's arab." That's racist. "This shit comes from him."
"How?" Now I'm making faces. "Atta likes cutting up people. He's one of them arabs that's real bad. Went to prison--"
"My grandpa went to prison?"
"Atta, killed people. Found out he was here illegal. Robbed a business, took all the damn money of people working the first floor."
"Damn." What else could possibly say. My mama is on drugs, my brother is an asshole, and now my granddad is the Arabian convict.
I quit.
And my father beat my mom.
"Atta took up the whole body and soul plus, he's muslim. The Obayifo and the Jinn." he rolls his eyes. "Are they related?"
"I can't even get into that." he holds his forehead. "You ever heard of Djinn?"
"No."
"What about The Dajjal?" he cocks his head. "That's Mable-itis." he smirks. "Jinn started in the middle east as the story goes they came from a smokeless fire."
It comes to me that I have no idea what that would look like because fire always has smoke... but then again it has to be touching something like wood.
I guess that explains the rain forest and I intantly answer my own question.
Heat from the sun.
"What is a Jinn?"
"Djinn came from a smokeless fire."
"So it was summoned?"
"I don't know."
"But, like, that's the only logical approach. You can't have a smokeless fire in reality because you need stuff to burn."
"What's your name?"
"Mokiri P. Gains."
"Shut the fuck up." he sneers at me. Clayton looks at the paper, "We'll start with A's, so Anca and Amara."
"Are we getting all the bodies?" I ask.
"No. It's 15 bodies on this list." he stares at me. "Take yo, time!"
Maybe five at a time. He's gone for two days. 5 in the morning, five at night. That's ten right there.
"In height, it might give us a decent seven foot."
"What about different heights?" What about midgets? He looks at the paper and then at me. "Did he know anybody?" I tug my earlobe. "Nah, this is for Raquel. He doesn't love her. It's just to keep her."
That's slavery. "We going to Ten Odd Dogs Graveyard."
I follow Clayton to the Graveyard, and we pass by the imp from the car and see two homeless sitting on a street corner up ahead, one is fully naked with his lips thin and clearly starving to death.
When we make it to the graveyard. There is a fairy, the same pink fairy with her up-high curls sticking to her ears.
"Don't look at her." he looks at the paper again. "Anca and Amara first."
"Where are they buried?"
"Go to the way back of the cemetery." he points to the back.
The fairy follows with her eyes.
In the back, Amara's grave is towards the backyard while Anca was behind her, near a tree.
I've never been grave digging before.
"Wait, we didn't get coffins or nothing."
"I got the word," he says. "COFFIN!" The word is summoned and it lands on the earth making a thud. It forms a giant coffin and I start to think, we could make one trip.