Outer Limbus

Prologue

Let me ask you a question.

Have you ever imagined living in a post-apocalyptic city? It will be harsh, right? Unless you got very lucky to live as a rich guy, you'd be miserable.

So what?

All you got to do to survive is to get good and hope you're lucky here because nobody here is richer than those guys on those gangs and associations!

The Outer Rim is the worst place to live. Besides, crime rate is really high down here.

"Okay! Let's get moving, boys!" A man wearing generic pieces of clothing belonging to a gang yelled out, pointing towards a group of people standing around a small part of the Outer Rim.

"Take what we can get! Anything precious, anything we can sell for money!"

With that declaration out, the gang members roared in joy as they ran wild.

"Spread out! Don't let a single one of them out of your sight!"

Stealing, killing, doing anything they can to earn money.

This was only natural in this place. Morality is tossed away in order to survive.

As the gang moved to raid and do as they wished, people ran and hid. Yet they were chased down, found, and their fate was death.

"Wait! Please don't kill me!" A well dressed woman spoke hurriedly as she was forced to kneel down towards the gang leader. "I still have some credits with me, take them all, my stuff, anything! Just let me live!"

A short pause was made between the gang members.

"Where do you live?" The gang leader asked, staring down at the woman.

It was at this moment that the woman felt.... Danger.

"I.... I'm from the Ark. My ID chip got stolen so I was thrown here!" She replied hurriedly, before a palm quickly swatted her face. "ARGH!"

Around the Outer Rim, anybody from the Ark is immediately discriminated by the common folk out of envy.

If you were a man or elderly, you'd be killed and have your credits (or money) stolen, and as if girls like the one captured by the gang...

She was knocked out, had everything stolen from her, and carried somewhere to be sold.

Once the gang was out of the area, a dumpster slowly opened, revealing two young people hopping off it.

"This spot stinks." One of them spoke with disdain, becoming angry because of it.

"We both stink. Plus, we had no other place to hide. Otherwise we'd be dead." The other replied, grumbling as he wiped off a piece of dirty plastic off his jacket.

"Hey, Mihaly, can I have something to eat? I'm getting hungry, you know?" The girl, who was his partner replied with her stomach growling as she tugged on his arm.

The boy sighed, taking out a small pack of Splendamin from his jacket and gave it to the girl, who immediately chugged it down greedily.

'This is going to be a long day...' He lamented, before walking out of the area in search for money to steal or trade.

"Let's just go home."

Mihaly, or who he has become at this second life, with light brown hair like almond and a handsome face that still has time to develop, but due to his past life's memories, he was like a sore thumb.

A mature man on the body of a boy 7 years younger than him is very strange, much so about his mannerisms which he kinda suppressed until now.

Making a living by scavenging for food and doing minor jobs from anybody just for food and credits, he's gotten used to living in solitude.