Daybreak
The glow of dawn filtered through the somewhat dated car windows, stretching the shadows of those inside into long, thin silhouettes.
However, this tranquil beauty lasted for barely a moment before it was shattered by the clamorous din.
On either side of the street, miners wielding shovels or metal rods stood off against the City Defense Army and members of the Ice Wolf Gang armed with electric batons.
The homeless who had been sleeping peacefully on the streets were startled awake, fleeing from their spots, but they couldn't get far before being captured by gang members nearby.
Some physically strong vagrants could become 'miners,' thus fetching a good price at the private prisons.
Chaos served as the city's dominant color.
"The world is getting more and more chaotic."
The driver up front sighed and honked the horn, scaring away the homeless blocking the road ahead.
