For Your Sake (15)

I never expected to start missing the sight of those cramped, concrete-blocked streets so soon.

Everyone I met kept calling Area 49 the very bottom of the city, so I thought the neighboring district might be somewhat similar.

There is always a bottom beneath the bottom.

“Urk….”

Leaving aside the hostile gazes I could constantly feel coming from somewhere,

a truly indescribable, horrendous stench permeated the air in every direction.

I had privately thought I’d become fairly unfazed by terrible smells, since the hygiene of the homeless men staying near the grocery store wasn’t exactly good, either.

But this was beyond anything that could simply be lumped together under the category of “terrible smells.”

There were several ‘mountains’ made entirely of garbage right in front of us, so there was no need to add any more details.

Apparently, Risk City even used the American-style recycling system in which recyclables weren’t separated, because all kinds of rotting food, furniture, appliances, and household waste were overflowing everywhere...