One's Origins Part Three

A massive sense of nostalgia washed his soul when his sight focused on the shabby construct made of rotten wood, and broken pieces of steels. Dust filled with bits of rusted steel, and other scraps of material rose every time he stepped on the messed up ground of the Baby Cemetery.

He couldn't help but take a deep breath in the heavily polluted air. "How the hell do people even survive here?" he couldn't help but think. Underage kids abandoned in this desolate place of the Core, yet a number of them would still topple destiny, and survive through the harsh condition. Each day would be filled with difficulty just to stay alive.