all electric trees are dark
In the spooky silence and dim nothingness that followed the power failure in the Dome, Rogers ushered his party, all reluctant to move as if zombies trapped in molasses, onto the path that led to City Park. Around them in the dark they sensed little knots of stranded pleasure seekers paralyzed by lack of will. They heard voices falling in on themselves, the dead air suffocating all sound. After some few minutes of panic and real fear they arrived at the entrance to the park. Rogers' wife Gail found the pavilion. "Here!" she cried, and they all sat, trembling, on white benches under the black trees, which were really just memories of trees, built of plastic forms and cunning wire.