The Streets of America

It's busy. Cars are everywhere. They move slow along the streets crawling to each set of lights. People scurry across the roads as the cars stop. Rubbish litters the ground. Everywhere. It was as if no one had ever heard of a bin. Maybe they hadn't. People mill in the streets ignoring one another. Shops stand side by side, on either side of the many roads. It was the perfect place for a twitcher to hide. The perfect place for anyone to be jumped.