The-Unheard-of

The Black district was a few square kilometres of bloody misery, the dead husk of the derelict generator could be seen on the horizon. Beggars, cripples and bastards roamed the dark and grimy alleyways. Inquisition Investigator Charles 'Ray' Raymond let out a weary sigh as he put his badge and credentials back into his coats inner jacket. the Militia forces opened the barricade to let him through, his partner drove them through the checkpoint. "So, you have any clue why Central sent us off to investigate this shit hole? You now I had a bottle of hooch with my name on it back home." Ray had put down another Face Ripper copycat killers a fe