How It Began

My wife and I recently brought a couch to the local landfill. As we lowered it off the truck, a scrap of paper blew into my face. I cursed, snatched it off, and shoved it into my pocket.

I forgot about it until I reached for my keys to drive home. The paper bore words in a blackbrown ink. I didn't understand the story at first. Not until we found more scraps of paper.

Together, they speak of a race of creatures living in the landfill. I don't know whether or not the tales are true.

They call themselves Trashlings...