A manhole cover in the streets of the first district was pushed upward as I peered out of the sewers and onto the streets.
Wide roads of raggedy stones greeted me at eye level. Like a master straight out of a spy movie, I twisted my body and gazed in all three sixty degrees with the manhole cover on top of my head.
"All clear."
The manhole cover was pushed up, like a shadow stretching out of a person, I streamed out of the sewers. The manhole cover clanked back down and fit perfectly in the streets, and I was already behind a light pole.
Roads magnitudes wider than the ones in the outer districts spread all over the first district like the net of a spider. The walls separating the districts were lined with plants and flowers while gardens and greenery remained the companions of the open, spacious land of the first district.
