It hadn't taken the group of three too long to make it out of the slum district, known as district seven, but Marcus made sure to ingrain every detail of his surroundings in his head.
Three years as a slave and a month of training with both Felicia and Alex had taught him to be aware of any and all exits should the need to escape ever arise.
Though in his observing of the less-than-eye-catching surroundings, Marcus found very little to take note of. Should he actually have to escape, he wasn't sure if he actually could.
The surrounding buildings seemed to all look the same, desolate and abandoned. It was like a natural disaster had come through and destroyed any and everything. Even the few people he saw walking around seemed no more than walking corpses.
