It was already evening and the neon storms in the sky were already giving way for the night's encroaching domain of darkness.
Community G was as monotonous as always.
People were either walking home numbly after a day of menial labor that paid only 5 Cents or less, or they were laying down on the side of the road, one step away from death or already dead.
Mothers- skinny Geneforms protected their children, still clearly traumatized by what happened in the morning.
They were already used to things like this, people dying in the streets and committing suicide, but that did not lessen the trauma of witnessing it every subsequent time. They may be numb to death, but they were still scared of losing their loved ones.
Leon had a dark look in his eyes as he walked past them. 'How many of these people are having suicidal thoughts?'
'How many of them are thinking of selling their siblings, their friends, or even their children as slaves to escape their current predicament?'
