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The abandoned black market is old stores that are so old they are just about ready to colapse at any step, so be careful. Here is where you may find some trouble. The stores are still filled with some supply of food, but.. Its 3 hours away from camp and it is taken over by most the gangs that have been found around here, so you try to make it within 30 feet of the place, a sniper is most likely going to get you with a headshot.

<< Boom headshot. >>

Several voices seemed to be quietly chattering amongst each other in the distance, coming from within the boundaries of the ruins of the old black market. The cocking of a gun broken the stillness in the air for a brief second as a sniper rifle aimed its scope on a figure that was coming into view in the distance, heading their way. Without hesitation, a loud crash shook the air as a bullet was lodged from the narrow barrel and landed right into the head of the stranger lurking about from what they could see. A few of the members of the small gang waited anxiously for the man to fall over to loot the body, though it never happened. The shadow continued walking on ahead as if they were never shot in the first place. Several more shots were fired, causing the figure to stagger a bit, though he shifted a bright silver gaze over to the ruins.

Those behind the ruined walls of the market seemed to tense with an odd sort of fear as it drew closer, his blue blood streaming down his face and torso from where the bullet wounds. His eyes suddenly darkened with a reddish tone as soon as they flickered, several screams could be heard from inside the ruins, being silenced rather quickly as the young man entered the ruins. Looking through several boxes and barrels to see what there was, he found several different weapons such as guns, knives and others, though tossed them away as if they were useless garbage and seemed rather disatisfied with his findings. He continued rummaging through the things making quite a lot of noise, though figured no one was there to hear them. At least not that were alive anyway.

A young girl in a slave looking short dress walks down the road, the sound of chains being dragged coming along with her since there were hand cuffs cut off yet hanging to her ankles. The girl had hot pink hair, her bangs covering her eyes so it was hard to see them. She was lightly stumbling as if injured and had blood running down her arm from a wound on her shoulder.