It was morning in the dead strip. The Area looks worse in the morning.
The air was cold, rusty and it carried the stench of rotten meat.
Raikun walks in the streets, silently observing everything.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! You've been selling rotten flesh not me" screamed an old lady.
"NO, dont buy from her store buy from mine!" Screamed the old man from the back, as the passerby look into it.
the sound of street vendors arguing hit raikuns nerves in annoyance.
Crooked tables, torn cloth banners and the rotten pink pig meat hanging on the hooks and flies surrounding it.
And the disinfected flesh of mires..
..cheap but edible.
Raikun looks over to the kids with ragged clothes playing happily, the brown dried blood on their feet never vanishing --
"..Oblivious."
"The government didnt do a clean up after the rot, huh." The smell began to curl in his throat
as raikun notices the flesh of humans lingering on the streets and the dried blood making his stomach twist and turn.