funkmiracles
Rose had decided to explore the Sector that was apparently would be her home for the indefinite future. Despite it being nicknamed 'the Ghetto,' she didn't expect it to be as bad as it actually was. In the few days she had been here, she had heard plenty of gunshots, a lot of shouting, and had to avoid plenty of shady strangers. The name really fit it, and it definitely wasn't a place for thirteen year old girls, but this was home sweet home. She did wish that she had something that wasn't a stick to protect herself, but hey, c'est la vie.
She was walking down the streets, since walking around in plain sight seemed like the best idea in this sector. She had looked around in the other ones, but she just didn't want anything to happen to her in the one that was supposed to be her home. She was taking everything in, and she felt like one of the tourists she used to see in good old NYC. She noticed someone who looked suspiciously familiar, though he was too old to be who she thought he was. She paused for a moment, and thought what the hell, may as well go and try to see if he happens to be who she thinks he is.
She crossed the street at the first opportunity she had that wasn't jaywalking, and called out to the stranger. "Hey, Dave!" At least, she told herself, if it wasn't a Dave, he isn't going to turn around. Or it could be a complete stranger named Dave, but that wasn't very likely.
