I stepped out of the docking bay and found myself on a
narrow, dirty street. I was immediately grateful I purchased a respirator from
the urchin, no matter how expensive it had been. The air was hazy and irritated
my throat despite the breath mask. Everything had a rust-red tint, the same
color I saw covering the whole planet.
There were few people in the streets, and they all looked
like the dregs of society. Few of them had breath masks, and all of them were
dressed in tattered clothing. A few extended weak, begging hands, most just sat
unmoving.
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