So... Hey! Where are you two from, anyway? With accents like those, they must be really interesting places, right?
Oh. Home... Joy. How about... You go first, Enoch.
Right, sure. Lemme set the scene real quick. *Ahem*
Concrete and Tar. EVERYWHERE. You've got, like, these huge walls all around the whole place, y'know, keep us all together. And a buncha old buildings inside, sorta like a... Compound, I guess. I stuck around the east side, with my crew and my family. None of us really had a ton'a extra supplies day to day, but you know, we made due... Actually, now that I think about it, that 'crew' that I mentioned...
Well, I mean, we hung out when we were younger, but as we got older we didn't really have time to hang. We'd, like, see each other on the streets, say 'hey', but we never hung around like we used to after we all got jobs. It got... Kinda lonely... And of course, step outta line and the Unies are gonna beat your ass. Or worse. But that's all just part of life, y'know? break the rules, you're gonna get kickback one way or another...
So you don't have anything against the UGSR, then? No offense, but... Why are you even here?
Same reason as you, new guy. It's not like I have a choice, y'know?
O-oh yeah... Jeeze... From one jail cell to another.
Preeetty much. But it's whatever. You get used to it eventually... *Sigh*...
Yo, Marcie. Guess who's finally up?