Today's OneWord: Cement

Standing up to your knees in wet cement, you know you can flee the scene, but you're also aware of the prints you'll leave behind, prints that will dry into bits and pieces of fossilized humanity for the forensic scientists to study. Trouser hems clotted in gray as you settle on a bus that takes you to the edge of Nowhere, only Nowhere's an actual place now, with people living in it, and they all have your number.