Shade walked down the broken road, his crack iPhone 5 from an era past playing his favorite song "Boulevard of Broken Dream" for the days where he has to go out near the edge of the city, right next to the bridge back to America. Even from here he could see the patrols and guard posts of the Blades, just waiting for any Outcast try to to fight their way to the greater world.

(It just sickens me. The bloodthirsty wolves....)

**Ya know, ya should go kill another one of the Tucker's that life in this dead city.**

*Wow, talk like cliche evil voices much?*

**Says the dumbass that tries to play off his on plans to use thiscity again.**

*Unlike you I have no such malicious intent*

(I thought I saw a shadow move up ahead. Perhaps playing with it will shut the both of you up.)

**Heh, whatever ya say bro.**

(....right then. Another broken home to use for today, or rather a telephone pole?)

*Take the Tele. They are quite useless nowadays, and would offer an ample view of the area for scouting and defense.*

**Whatever**

(Alright. Onto the house on the hill we go.)

After walking up the rest of the street and going up the small hill to one of the standing telephone poles in the field, he quickly coated his hands in his shadow and began to climb, preparing to settle in for another night amongst the darkness and wind of the night.