It wasn't going to be long before Shiro found other people. Civilization? That was a stretch if ever there was one. A town? North and South were barely that. But people, those were present in the Box, even if none of them were in a very good situation for it.

A situation that Shiro himself was now very much a part of.

"Fuckin' piece of shit!"

And that sure was someone swearing near by.

The tracks do eventually lead out to a fairly wide, if not somewhat rundown looking street, all of faded pavement and long, weed-filled cracks. An old, slightly rusty covered truck was stalled, and some teenager in baggy clothes was kicking the front of it angrily. Which, of course, wasn't doing anything to get it started again.