'This is where the dead and faceless come to rest.'

There is no rhyme or reason to the maze. It was not created as a means of transportation. Its a way to get lost, lost forever in the back alleys, garbage dumps and dead ends of a city that grew like a tumor. Maybe if your lucky you can trade a bottle of whiskey for safe passage back to a main street. If your unlucky dont expect help. Calling for help marks you as a victim, ive seen it happen:

The poor girl just lost her way and cried out when startled by a blind man. Ive never seen people circle in like sharks like that before. She said she was lost and that her cellphone had died. Those were her last words- well, the last ones not spoken through a gag or broken teeth anyway.

If you want to see desperation this is the place. Leave a trail of breadcrumbs though; even after decades of exploration I still swear the walls rearrange themselves just to keep you here...  

--Last edited by Radiation on 2009-10-30 10:58:10 --