Ryan looked up at her and nodded. "Well the first thing we should go to the 'medical' tent." He didn't really want to go there but it was necessary, if she wanted to see the suffeirng of humans that was the place to go. It held too many bad memories. Level six could not be called a slum, a slum would have been a haven compared to it. The foors were well not floor but a thick layer of human leavins and blood from the many fights. What little buildings there were, everyone one of them belonged to the Autoritizes and was heavily gaurded, even the food tents. The rest of the people living down here had to make do with a tent if they were lucky. 'Clean' water could be taken from the sewage system of the levels above. Even that was safer than the pure Iradeated muck the water mats supplies. Under weight was a blessing weight wise and nearly everyone one was ill in some way or another. If you were lucky it was only a cold.