John rode his black motorcycle through the not-so-crowded streets.
The blazing sun shone on the towering glass curtain walls, casting glaring light through the cracks between buildings. The yellow and white asphalt roads, lacking the cleansing rain, were covered with a gray-white filter, making it seem as though industrial smoke could spew from the cracks at any moment.
[Eden City - Oil Barrel Street]
John followed the highway at the edge of the city to leave the bustling area.
The buildings immediately became dilapidated.
Many giant cement behemoths lay abandoned throughout the city. Some were casualties of political competition in municipal planning, others were historical issues, with some dating back to the time of Eden City's War of Independence, still awaiting capital to resolve and take over.
John rode his motorcycle past walls covered in graffiti.
Gang members and idle citizens sat on steps and vacant spots.
