A Wall

Nora was in another part of the Morlock city, where the street went on to meet a sheer faced wall. The huts were sparce in this part of the city, and hardly any of them wandered-

"Hold on, is that a fucking swastika?!" Nora almost shouted in surprise.

On the wall was a hole, filled with rubble, but in that rubble was a machine with a giant, rusted drill. On the side of its hull, though worn and chipped, was a large painted nazi swastika. Nora wondered what the hell this thing is, and what it was doing here.

{If Hand Grenade = 1}Nora already has a grenade, and carrying one old as balls, highly dangerous and volitile explosive is stressful enough as it is. She'll come back here if she needs another one.{else}Other than this one oddity, there was not much else here of interest.{endif}