Winter was coming. You could tell from the cold wind blowing through the abandoned town under a crystal blue sky.
Letting out a breath of air, Gilbert Gottfried looked at the ghost town in front of him that was called the 'Valley of the Dead'. To him, this place was not unlike his first military post in Hemazia ten years ago, right after he got promoted to Captain. Sure, there were a few shops that worked, and the amount of garbage raiders walking around the town as if this was their home were more than anyone would've expected, but that was it. It was basically inhabitable.