The Coldest War
On a wedge-shaped promontory jutting into the dark waters of Lake Union’s north bank is the rusting hulk of some ancient refinery, overgrown by a jungle of particularly savage blackberry brambles and young, tangled trees. This is the “Gasworks,” the stronghold of Monk’s Gang, a group of people following the apocalyptic teachings of Monk. They have cut twisting, labyrinthine passages through the sharp brambles, heavy with turgid black berries. From the rusting gangways of the gasworks, Monk and his people can see over the tangled thorns and out over Lake Union.
The fortifications dug into the bramble thicket makes assaulting this outdoor stronghold a risky proposition. The poisons leaching up into the dark brambles from the corrupted soil make for particularly savage thorns, and make the berries themselves potentially dangerous fruit.