Zone C -- Megacity One

[Gamzee Makara]

Gamzee could not see a DAMN thing through this fog. It was just a ridiculous, almost whimsical amount of mist - and he knew a thing or twenty-four about being whimsical. He chugged along, absentmindedly checking his Syntech map every few moments to make sure he wasn't wandering away from his goal. The pavement was cold, probably from the heavy curtain of moisture blanketing the city. The temperature wasn't all that bad, just fucking wet. Whenever the alien breathed in a big gulp of air, it felt solid and hard to swallow.

Wait.

Sh.

Voices. Over there, to the north east. According to the map, that is. Frankly, he could barely read the damn thing. Technology was always pretty cool to him, but he never really bothered to figure out how any of it worked. Not knowing how something functioned, just rolling with it and accepting that it did what it do was all part of the miracles, dude. At any rate, Gamzee was in no rush to discover who was disturbing the peace of the solemn city. He was all about keepin' the peace, yeah? Yeah. That's what he tells himself, anyways.

The juggalo decides that a little detour would be best, and sets a course to try and avoid the ruckus. He treads downhill on a sidewalk, one riddled with cracks. Sprigs of dewy greenery shoot up every so often. He even sees some dandelions, their spores shaking loose at the slightest whisper of wind. Gamzee never could understand how something so beautiful could be considered a weed.

C12 -> C14