District Gamma was...not exactly the best place to call home, let alone a ‘temporary’ home (if that’s what is was). Out of all the places to be, fate somehow had it that Hope would end up calling the fog covered sector home. The only bright side to this was that he didn’t live underneath a toxic waste dump. Sector three was barbarically uncivilized but being careful was something he could do. Try as he may, to avoid inhaling whatever fumes coddled the air in the industrial district was the same as not breathing at all.
Focusing on his surroundings and leaving the thoughts regarding his luck behind for now, he noticed a man wearing something akin to a military uniform. Hope arrived here only recently but anyone who spent a day in the third district knew that police weren’t strangers to it. But the man didn’t look like he was part of the law enforcement force in the city--perhaps he was like the majority of the people Hope had seen, taken from their worlds and thrown here without warning.
“You’re not from this city, are you?” He realized how odd that must have sounded as it came out of the blue and from a completely stranger. “Ah, sorry. I was curious as to your uniform.”
