For at least 30 years, life had majorly degraded in the region. Political unrest turned to war, turned to hostile takeover, and finally became the twisted existence the people of the city knew today. Drugs were a major part of daily life. Be they the freely given kinds from the government to "protect" citizens from unwanted mutations, or the ones sold on the streets. All highly addictive no matter which way was turned. Crime was at an all time high. Most wouldn't dare stick out their necks and claim to be law enforcement, when gangs and terrorists were running rampart in the streets. Then there was no need to mention legal slave trading, experimental genetic studies, and the whispers of a revolution. ...Megan didn't know any of these things. In fact, only 24 hours ago, Megan thought the most frustrating thing about life was not being able to step outside her front door. Now, she was walking down a back alley street. Lost, confused, and a little scared. She still wore clothes from yesterday, a printed t-shirt, light corduroy jacket and a jean skirt. Her hair was a bit messy and streaked with color. At least that didn't look unusual compared to some of the other people walking around the streets. She saw women down on the far corner practically naked and beckoning to passing cars to stop. There was another guy across the street who was so thin she could see his bones, and he twitched every time he moved. What made her stand out was how bewildered she looked as she glanced around!