He lay his hands upon the metal wall, what more was there here? Grind City...the last vestige of civilization. What more was there here? He cough and hacked in the thick smog...regretting his travels. How far could he go, to try to escape that night. That night before the Decay...

He shuddered. Not far enough. He'd gotten to the wall...the great dome of Grind City...last vestige of civilization. A broken place, full of grim faces and tears. He looked towards the great gate and stumbled towards it. "...Might I come in..." he hissed and swallowed. "...My throat...it's parched, my lips crack and bleed...please...let me out of the Decay..."

The doors started to squeel as the mechanism came to life pulling and pulling at the heavy gates. He nearly fell into the city, standing breathless in the threshold he looked around at what the last vestige of civilization looked like. Mechanical and dirty...the twisted metal spires seemed too tight, claustrophobic even.