162 A move - III

Just as the waitress left Evelyn palmed her entire face and let out an exhausted sigh. 

She had expected that when she would leave for a small town in the middle of nowhere in the United Kingdom, there was no possible chance of meeting any familiar faces and especially of those that could not wish her well. 

And instead of doing that the total opposite happened. 

Instead of staying away from Chaos, she had landed in the middle of it. 

"Oh my god," she said to herself as she looked at her daughter who was enjoying the world outside the window. 

By looking at the amount of people that look like zombies it was clear that there was farming of marijuana going on here and it had to be illegal. 

If it was happening in such large quantities then this was going to be a battlefield and the kings were going to have a play at it. 

Those kings were going to be big, bad and powerful and she was very familiar with them.