People here dressed in shoddy clothing, because only the poorest lives here, the slum. Kros now is leaning on a wall and observing the city. He find it interesting to him, people here having those high-tech looking machines but unable to get
/some decent clothing. The giant advertisement board is huge and it is 3D, but the apartments are old and poorly build.
Bypassed people don't really give a shit to what Kros is doing because he don't seem rich. That is true indeed, he has only some crappy food and water from the wasteland in his backpack, and his clothing is what most people wear in the wasteland. T-shirt
/and pants with a tough long traveling clock covering it, and of course, a gasmask.
They don't really wear gasmask in the slums, the air is still considered somewhat clean over there, just some industrial waste gas. It might cause some problem at first, best when you get used to it, it is noting.
Although Kros can't read the language here, surprisingly, he is able to understand verbal conversations. He looked at that giant advertisement board, and it now says "This world need more heroes, join the Overwatch!" Kros has no idea what it says, but
/based on the looks, he think is military reciting soldiers.
Kros started to walk on the streets he was on, he thinks he still need more information about this place, this world before he can start to do something useful. He noticed that people here pay with a semi-transparent card, maybe some kind of ID card he
/thinks.
Then...I have to get one of those cards.. He continued to walk while having this thought in his mind.
He noticed the streets are more chaotic than before, people here are mostly young people, kids , teenagers, and young adults. Kros got ready, hands on his gun preparing to encounter any danger as he walks down the street.
As walks down the streets, trouble has came to his at last.
3 persons, 2 guys in the front and a girl in the back has surrounded him they got metal pipes and baseball clubs in their hands, smiling unnicely.
"Hey dude, we are short on credits, you mind borrowing some to us?" He said to Kros, slowly garbing the pipe with his left hand.
"Well... My answers is..." Kros smiled, a terrifying smile.