<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Alien Hunger -- Chapter 1: First Nights on Chicago Chronicles</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/alien-hunger----chapter-1-first-nights/</link><description>Recent content in Alien Hunger -- Chapter 1: First Nights on Chicago Chronicles</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/categories/alien-hunger----chapter-1-first-nights/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>The Basement -- Saturday, February 23, 1991, 12:40 AM</title><link>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-basement/</link><pubDate>Sat, 23 Feb 1991 00:40:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/posts/the-basement/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="https://chicago-by-night.pages.dev/locations/prestors-townhouse/"&gt;Prestor&amp;rsquo;s Townhouse&lt;/a&gt; basement / Capitol Hill storm sewers / Grant Street / Five Points apartment&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Denver, Colorado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;The concrete was cold against the back of his skull. That was the first thing. Not a thought &amp;ndash; a temperature. February at five thousand feet, slab floor, and Flash&amp;rsquo;s body reporting facts before his brain had signed back on.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;He opened his eyes. Brick ceiling. Lab light on a chain, the filament doing that slow amber throb that means the power is about to go. Smoke in the room, thick enough to taste &amp;ndash; chemical, not wood. Something electrical had burned first, and the building was catching up.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>