Nuri
Nuri doesn’t see as he ducks beneath a hanging section of conduit and pushes open an old steel door. Bright sunlight floods the dusty warehouse, blinding me, and I hit the back of my shoulders on the conduit when I stand up too soon. “No, I mean the City itself,” I try to explain. “It’s nothing like I imagined it would be. Where are all the guns? This place is dead. It’s no real threat.”
Nuri says, jerking his thumb back the way we came. “The leaders are in the heart of the city, and that’s where all the people are, all the weapons. They keep prisoners out here so they don’t really have to deal with them, you know? We don’t want to be a part of any of the fighting, not any more. So we cling to the edges of your world, hold on here as best we can, and hope we’re not the first thin
