You make your way to the RESIDENTIAL DISTRICT.
Rows and rows of the same houses, stretching to the horizon. Blank faced workers wander the streets. You don't even know how to get a house, and you don't really want to enter a someone's uninvited. You too, start to wander with a blank face.
There are streets and streets of this. In the eastern sky, the factory lets out a reddish glow, as well as a thick blanket of smoke. You suddenly notice the smell of ashes. Cinders and charcoal, molten metal and burnt earth. It's always been there, filling everything there was... except the bowling alley. You stop walking. You look upward. You can't see the sky. Only fumes and smokes, and the hellish glow of the factory.
"Hey."
A voice beckons.