"Why... why did you pick the slums?!" Camo yelled for the fifth time already at Lance, the unicorn's only response a non-committal shrug. "No guards want to patrol here for a reason! Look at this place... it's awful," the stallion said, his muzzle focusing on a pile of assorted trash just heaped in the middle of the path. Rows and rows of neatly stacked terraced housing went down both sides of the street, punctuated only by seemingly random alleyways.
Lance had been asking himself the same question for quite a while and he still didn't know. The idea of a safe place to run and fortify had appealed... though that meant being chased and attacked by gangs in the first place. The two of them openly trotting along was pretty sure to attract attention.
The distant bark of a dog had them both flinch for a second, but it quickly became very clear how far away it was so they relaxed again. "When can we go-" Camo began when Lance's eyes suddenly went wide.
"Buck... Look!" Lance urged, suddenly grabbing Camo and spinning the chubby stallion around. Down an alleyway some poor mare had been chained up, her belly bloated with odd shapes and a small unicorn mare currently lifting up what were clearly bags of trash and stuffing them into the mare's jaws.
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