A solitary figure slowly trudged down one of the few lamp-lit thoroughfares of the dead industrial sector. Glo-lamps illuminated small patches of the dingy concrete ground every 15 meters or so, if they even worked at all. It was hard to tell that anyone was even there. Wrapped in a black trench coat with hands shoved deep into its pockets, the figure almost dissolved into the black. The only give-away was the constant rustle and crunch of building debris underfoot.
The shadow trudged onwards in to the heart of the crumbling cityscape, leavening the well lit security of the residential suburbs to lag behind in the distance. Not may people would be caught wandering around the old industrial sector, especially at night, but if personal safety isn't an issue and solitude is, then the dead city is the perfect place to be.
The figure passed under one of the few function street lights and was quick to get out of its radiance, leaving little proof of his passage other than the glim