The streets completely cast from alloy were seamless, with every inch exuding a cold metallic sheen.
A step on them, the sound of tapping spread in the emptiness, giving a reassuring sense of security from the soles of one's feet.
A hand brushed across the cheek.
The air was filled with a clear coolness, almost eerily clean.
Clearly just a high wall, yet it blocked all scents and smells from the Buffer Zone outside.
Stepping through the high wall into the Inner City, the scene before them was completely different from the memories of the Firewood Shelter City.
No towering skyscrapers, no densely packed buildings; most of the view consisted of small buildings two to three stories high, like those small remote counties of the modern day.
Not large and complete, but small and beautiful.
