A cold wind stricken with a stale air pervaded throughout the streets. A nearby bar brimmed with life and chatter, and the sounds of a fight could be heard. Even in the streets, the odor of cigarettes and alcohol filled the atmosphere. This was the city of absolute deficiency of any morality; a city with a uniform mindset so horrific and disgusting that it sickened Justin to his stomach; a city with nothing but two things in its mind. This was Nymphetamine.<br/><br/>Justin zipped his jacket up higher, shuddering under the cruel, heat-less air. His jet-black hair did not sway in the wind, it merely was jagged towards the right. His dark blue jeans were torn a bit, a result of a scuffle he'd had with a drug dealer. He kicked a rock as he jammed his hands into his pockets for warmth, whilst he gripped his pocketknife. It was his only true defense; he was a lone wolf in a vast forest of monsters.<br/><br/>The pernicious lightning struck with a courageous roar, illuminating the sky and then darkening it again in a trice. Justin sighed. This was truly a hell.<br/><br/>He had to find a way out, a way to leave this place. Thoughts of escape were all that occupied his mind, all throughout his days. This place was all he'd known since he'd been separated that cataclysmic day... and he had hated it ever since, hated it with an ardor so strong that it had led to his running away from his uncle.<br/><br/>Justin walked briskly past a hooker attempting to converse (and Lord knows what else) with him. Morality was not present here, and Justin had morals.<br/><br/>Justin headed towards an abandoned junkyard, where he usually spent time to think. On his way, however, he heard sounds of panting and screaming, and followed the sound. Eventually he stumbled upon an ally.<span style="font-style: italic">More degredation,</span>he thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Great.</span>