"On our whole street, or rather… half the people in the entire city were doing drugs, and the streets were full of those zombie-like walking corpses."
"The kind of people trapped in drug-induced hallucinations, acting like lunatics, can't speak, can't walk straight, can't even coordinate their own limbs, one after another in rags, skin and bones…"
David thought back to the Night City of the past; back then he'd gotten used to living there and felt it was perfectly normal, nothing out of the ordinary.
But thinking about it now, what difference was there between that place and Hell?
"Sometimes someone in our building would overdose and die, and we only realized it when the body started to stink up the room. My mother's job was collecting corpses at the hospital, and sometimes I'd see them doing it."
The eyeballs would drop out from maggot-eaten sockets, corpse fluids flowing and soaking the entire room.
The worst time, David saw that the bedsheet in the room was black.
