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Tiny and Destroyah would find themselves in a bombed-out ruin of a European city. The once proud buildings had been torn down, the walls bombed and defaced with graffiti. People could be seen living in the ruins, pitiful and weak. Families hid in the remains of a ruined house, even as several large buildings seemed to have been reinforced as makeshift strongholds. Soldiers could be seen patrolling the streets further on, bearing the crest of an eclipsing sun. It was like a gang mark, and it could be seen repeated all over the place. On the walls, on the flags, and on the people.

Of course, Alice herself was not all too far from where Tiny and Destroyah were facing off. She was huddled into a back alley, clutching the small meal she had been able to secure. In this world there was no mercy for children, but there was... insurance. She was known around here, and those who knew her knew to keep her on their good side. The Mutant made a living of the fear that surrounded her, scrounging by on the collective of what others could spare. It was far from a good life, but it was better than the one she had lived. However, she had no plans of getting involved in the conflict outside of her little alleyway. It wasn't her business. Murders and battles were commonplace here, and one remained alive by avoiding both.