She led Lamia and headed all the way down beneath Nest City.
The air grew thicker and thicker, laced with the smell of engine oil and mold.
Very soon, a new district appeared before the two of them.
The Pit.
This was where the Painters and the vast majority of drudges lived, buried deep in the fissures at the very lowest layer of Nest City's colossal body. It wasn't any carefully planned residential zone, but a huge cavity accidentally left behind between concrete mega-pillars back when the city's foundations were first built.
Most of the Painters were refugees from other nest cities, homeless and rootless. Like moss in rock crevices, they could only use rough metal plates, recycled fragments of plastic steel, and even discarded anti-acid tarpaulins to haphazardly piece together layer upon layer of tin shacks between jagged rock caverns, barely managing to make themselves a place to roost.
