"Get out!!!"
A man's voice bellowed as a window shattered into a
pedestrian speckled street. Looming forward with a metal
chair in both of his hands a fat, red faced man in an
apron continued to yell. 
The window had already previously been broken,
it's not as if it had been damaged only by this encounter.
What was left now was that same ring of shattered
graffiti-stained glass with a conspicuously human
sized chunk broken out.
"Get out of my shop take your scum friends with you,
you shit sniffing useless street urchins!"
The man continued to yell, waving the chair.

Scampering backwards, a young man with purple hair
and sharp (at the moment terrified) eyes scooped up
the body of his companion, another young man with
green hair shaved off the right side of his head.
He held his friend and clumsily pushed his way out
through the crowd of people who had gathered for a show.
Other people walking along the street only gave the scene
a slight passing glance before walking onwards with
disinterested looks on their gaunt faces. The two
ducked into a small alley as the purple haired man
weaved past a sequence of piles of trash spilling
out of discarded cans. 
This commotion disturbed a rat that had been
rummaging through the filth, causing the cat-sized
creature to squeeze itself a hole in the closest
building's brickwork. Running up farther by
clinging to the inside of the wall, the rat once more
exited the building onto a metal fire escape that had
long been converted into a balcony to get a good
look at the intruders from a safer angle, but the
two had already moved on. Squinting in the darkness,
the rat saw the tail of a cat disappear out of the
alley and heaved a little sign of relief at its luck. 
The cat moved agilely out, glancing over at the
tide of humans moving down the busy bigger
intersection. In its big green eyes, it surveyed the
slanted disorderly gray architecture in admiration of
its home and freedom. Like this, smugly, the little
creature trotted on and hopped up onto the closest
dumpster to warm itself on the black lid. 
Fearing the worst, a pigeon who saw this decided it
would be best to get out of the area before it was spotted.
So, it flew up and away past the roofs of a building whose
windows had long since been burned out by some distant
fire. Flying up, the bird looked around at the city.
It seemed to stretch for eternity, each section more
dilapidated than the last. Some parts were overgrown
with greenery while others were tucked low to the ground
against the backdrop of towering complexes. Some parts
were cleaner than others, and some almost uninhabited,
but all seemingly turning to dust. 

From inside the small shop on the corner of 16,541st street,
Lance Webster, black haired, plain looking young man with
round glasses over his eyes, smiled slightly at the bird flying
up in the distance. He'd like to think it was a dove, something
very ceremonial to mark this new peaceful and fruitful stage in his life. 
With an uncomfortable sidewards glare and his nose wrinkled in
displeasure, his new coworker at Prison Planet 3's premier EasyMart,
Daniel Yue, a sickly-looking man with thin hair of some
indistinguishably dyed reddish color, asked,
"What are you so happy about?" with obvious contempt.