How daft. Black hoods my ass. Looks like Industria has found herself yet another ruddy savior.
The alley is pitch black through her gas mask. There are no lights and the place looks fragile - almost as if it were to collapse on top of her any second. A gentle breeze shifts through the air; dust clouds form where the ground is grey, cobwebs are dancing as they slowly tear apart. Noemi is starting to question this route - is this really the way to the town center? It has to be.
If things didn't turn out the way they did, this place would have still been the route to her future school. If things were different, it wouldn't have shut down. If Noemi could do anything about it, she might have gotten herself an education.
But the teachers of the school down Adelaide road are long since dead. The school children have become pickpockets, and roam the streets of Neo York city, hungry; thirsty. The building itself shows no signs of existence.
So Hopeless. So Pathetic.
The alley is pitch black through her gas mask. There are no lights and the place looks fragile - almost as if it were to collapse on top of her any second. A gentle breeze shifts through the air; dust clouds form where the ground is grey, cobwebs are dancing as they slowly tear apart. Noemi is starting to question this route - is this really the way to the town center? It has to be.
If things didn't turn out the way they did, this place would have still been the route to her future school. If things were different, it wouldn't have shut down. If Noemi could do anything about it, she might have gotten herself an education.
But the teachers of the school down Adelaide road are long since dead. The school children have become pickpockets, and roam the streets of Neo York city, hungry; thirsty. The building itself shows no signs of existence.
So Hopeless. So Pathetic.