The Bottom

"What is this place called?" I asked, looking around at the dark and dirty streets with an uneasy feeling. This place just oozed trouble, and I really didn't want to be here for long if I could help it.

"The Bottom," Connie said after a moment of thought as she led me down one of the many narrow alleyways between buildings that looked like they were on the verge of crumbling down into rubble, with only a stiff breeze being needed to send them tumbling to the ground below. "I don't come over here often; it is too dangerous."

Connie led me deeper into The Bottom until we came to what appeared to be a dead end in front of us, but she turned towards one side where there was a door that I hadn't noticed before and knocked quietly. A few moments later, the door opened a crack, and I could see a woman's eye looking out at us warily for a moment before she opened the door all the way and stepped back to let us in.