We’re Not Alone - by Lap Pun Cheung

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“The slums, dirty and dangerous.

The rain trickled down from the rooftops a hundred meters above, dragging down every bit of crap it touched on the way. If I wasn’t wearing this mask, I would choke from the stench. The cold bit straight through my armor.

We patrolled through Sector 8-B. The lights were still on but nobody was there. They must have left in a hurry”