"The slums, dirty and dangerous.
The rain trickled down from the rooftops a hundred metres above, dragging down every bit of crap it touched on the way. If I wasn't wearing this mask, I would choke from the stench. The cold bit straight through my armor.
We patrolled through Sector 8-B. The lights were still on but nobody was here. They must have left in a hurry. But I could still feel something, waiting."
- Some practice work doing a more realistic.