Bioshock Rapture Chapter 17 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture C

Bioshock Rapture Chapter 17 PART THREE The Third Age of Rapture C

Up fanes—up Babylon-like walls— She sighed, and she walked onward, her head throbbing. Still half-drunk. Acting as if she went toward Pauper’s Drop on a whim, she passed through the transparent corridor, and the metal door. Down a flight of steps … Sullen-eyed tramps lolled against the walls of the buildings, under intricate scrawls of graffiti. They lay about smoking, drinking, talking—and looking at her with an unsettling interest. Maybe it was time to take refuge in the Fishbowl Café. It looked civilized enough. She hurried into the café, sat in a booth by the dusty window, and ordered coffee from the frowzy, gum-chewing waitress who already had the pot in her hand. “Sure, honey,” the waitress said, giving her brown curls a toss. “You want some pie? It’s seapalm pie, but they put a lotta sugar in it, not too bad…” “No, thank you,” Diane murmured, wondering if she could ask this woman about Atlas … The waitress bustled off to deal with a thuggish-looking man at the other end of the row of …