It also didn't help that without Gastown as an ally, guzzoline would be a much more tenuous commodity. And while the Citadel was impressively self-sufficient in some ways, they still needed things, important things that couldn't be found within it's stone catacombs. And with just how entrenched the People Eater had been as an entity, those who might take the power he left were understandably wary to be the first to move on the empty throne, just in case the stories of what happened were just that. Stories. Which worked in Furiosa's favor in some ways, though it did mean that whoever they managed to get to take the place on would have no end of trouble from the long-game players who hadn't yet tipped their hands.
But down in the slums and alleys, none of the power plays mattered much. Just the poor bastards scrabbling out a living as best they could, carefully avoiding looking too close at the woman if they had to pass her, otherwise all but melting away to other passages or buildings. Not wanting to risk her deciding that she was offended at them for whatever reason.
It was almost impossible to miss the sudden wide gap in ramshackle hovels and piles of scrap, a sturdy-looking door set into a wall, like it had been given a wide berth by all who lived in the area. Not entirely unusual in any sense, there were plenty of places like this in the area that led to old tunnels or rooms, many picked clean, or collapsed from years of neglect. Some didn't open at all anymore, sand miring the workings of the latch to leave them all but cemented shut.
But it wasn't usual for them to have the Immortan's brand engraved in the metal over the handle.
If Furiosa were inclined to try the door, she'd find with effort it did open, leading to a dark hallway that was neither picked clean nor nearly as dusty as it should be if it were an abandoned place. The fact that nothing had been taken spoke volumes to the fact that there had been dire consequences for going inside. Just visible in the harsh daylight from outside was another door at the back of the hallway, this one just as heavy as the entry door from the looks of things.
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But down in the slums and alleys, none of the power plays mattered much. Just the poor bastards scrabbling out a living as best they could, carefully avoiding looking too close at the woman if they had to pass her, otherwise all but melting away to other passages or buildings. Not wanting to risk her deciding that she was offended at them for whatever reason.
It was almost impossible to miss the sudden wide gap in ramshackle hovels and piles of scrap, a sturdy-looking door set into a wall, like it had been given a wide berth by all who lived in the area. Not entirely unusual in any sense, there were plenty of places like this in the area that led to old tunnels or rooms, many picked clean, or collapsed from years of neglect. Some didn't open at all anymore, sand miring the workings of the latch to leave them all but cemented shut.
But it wasn't usual for them to have the Immortan's brand engraved in the metal over the handle.
If Furiosa were inclined to try the door, she'd find with effort it did open, leading to a dark hallway that was neither picked clean nor nearly as dusty as it should be if it were an abandoned place. The fact that nothing had been taken spoke volumes to the fact that there had been dire consequences for going inside. Just visible in the harsh daylight from outside was another door at the back of the hallway, this one just as heavy as the entry door from the looks of things.