You can smell the fear; it rushes at you from the cracked
pavement. Every corner a dark cesspit of abandoned hope. The
walls crack and peel, the buildings left for abandoned,
unattended as darkness creeps up, seemingly forever, swallowing
the emptiness it finds.
The only sounds you can hear are the slow hum of neon lights and
the distant sound of booming metal from the club in the
distance.
You've reached District 6, a fairly less traveled nook of New
York, which goes mainly unnoticed by the authorities. You're
here now, its midnight and the subway has stopped running. Think
you can survive the night? We dare you to try.