Bang. Another dead person.

That’s all there ever was down here. violence, crime, the unsavory side of humanity. the only sign of the other side were the tall, steel pillars on which the topside city was built, and they didn’t have any entrances. the only time people from the top came down were when they needed something fixed, or someone dead. when that happened, there were always riots. it wasn’t the choice of the weak to live down here- they were forced by the government to.

The Government. they were responsible. there was once a time where they called this place the land of the free, but that had gotten sidetracked by ambition.

Bang. two more dead. riot police got them, most likely.

This Scumhole, Lower New York City. this place was hell on earth.

Who was to blame?

Me?

No, but I helped. this was my creation. the segregation of the Good from the Bad, that was my idea. this monstrosity of a town, created for one reason- to store the unsightly away from the global eye.

Bang.