Natalia

It could’ve been Main Street in any affluent town. Clean and maintained buildings spread before us, tucked under the verdant, towering mountainside that would’ve shadowed the Badlands had the sun been out. This wasn’t a ghost town—whatever the Calavera cartel had done to the people who’d lived here, the structures and homes had not only remained intact, but seemed to have been improved. Their red brick facades were bright, stucco white walls clean, and not a crack could be seen in the pavement or concrete.