The road was cracking underfoot. Not visibly, though- as Kromas walked along this long, long street that he presumed used to be one of the pre-renewal 'main roads'. Back before the end, (or the beginning, depending on your optimism), these kind of places were apparently full of people. People coming and going, buying and selling, trading and exchanging. That was long ago, however. Now, all that remains is the shattered remains of a once glorious and greed-poisoned civilization. All that stands are hollow shells, in which poor souls scavenge and conflict.
Now that he came to think of it, that could be nice. A free market, almost. A place people can buy and share in joint prosperity, and trade in knowing that they are safe. Even a way of using credits, of some kind, to buy large quantities of goods, to support someone's settlement or whatever.
Haha, never gonna happen. By now, he was arriving at the outskirts of a small, overgrown ruin. It seemed to be empty. Just like everything else here. Nothing to loot. He turned away, and kept walking, the wind whipping at his cloak. Taking down his hood, he sighed. Taking out a small notepad, he jotted down a few things.
"This area seems desolate. No supplies either. I guess that whoever was here must've moved on. How boring."
==/LATER/==
Kromas had kept walking. Up ahead, he had heard some gunshots some moments ago. Turning onto a street, he found himself a few hundred meters down the road from a group of people. Unusual for such a large group to be in the open. He looked towards them, keeping his hands exposed to show he had nothing to use.
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