If I'll tell you that we had a hard time then it's like to say nothing. The chances for us to survive were... not great all. Criminal life became the only way and we made a step on it's shady roads. The city we were living in was falling apart. Many factories, the city was built around, were closed and people left this place in search of a better corner for them and their families leaving the buildings and factory complexes to slowly decay. And it was a land of appartunity. Salvaging became a perfect business for those who had no way out of that hole.
The probability of death from a bullet is better than 100% death on the streets out of hunger .. or from the same bullet. Decision wasn't hard to make.
But not only this. Some of mother's friends helped us alot and there was a "Little" Jimmy between them. He was working with Gaians and other pirates and criminals helping them to buy and sell shit on the black market. He helped us to join the gang. We were safe for some time and his friends were looking over us. This wasn't much, but his help was great.
We joined the "Four Fingers" Bill's gang. He was brute and dump having enough mind to steal some easy stuff and enough strength to put in line anyone who was thinking he's better then him do lead. "Four Fingers" was also working for a bigger gang from 21th street. Almost every bit of profit we had to give away to Bill but it was better then nothing. A chance to survive.
Anyway, 10 years have passed. We were scavenging the factory complexes, warehouses, buildings and underground tunnels in search of useful tools and equipment to sell. We belived we'll get out of this low life once. We wanted to belive.
And we couldn't imagine the chance will come fast enough.